Lights and Sounds [FINISHED]

[Amaziah Brown]

[This takes place about three hours after "Goodbye (To Yesterday)"]

"I'm gonna kill that motherfucker!" Amaziah yelled to herself.

And in all honesty, she had every reason to be pissed. Here she was, following a bleeping dot on the screen of something as small as a cell phone, and now she was in the middle of nowhere! She wasn't gonna try to figure out where on God's green earth she was. All she knew was that she was exactly where the dot on her scanner she got earlier stopped and she didn't see that cracka Kensei anywhere.

The bitch wanted blood, right now. Most preferably, Kensei's for leading her on this wild-ass goose chase. She was losing her patience, and I'm just gonna tell all you cats here and now, in case you didn't know.

You don't play around with Amaziah's patience...

She was gonna give him five minutes to either show his face, or for some strange shit to play off in his favor to keep her from killing his sorry ass. But that didn't stop her from displaying her intolerance for the motherfucker out loud.

"Where the fuck is this nigga?!"

[Seishuku Kensei]

Kensei was well in reach to the opening of his lair, 200 feet in front of Amaziah as he stopped moving, his movements purposefully sporadic to test her ability to follow both his trail and his instructions. Despite her inane abuse of the foul language, she had proved to be dutifully in following him, and Kensei uncloaked in front of her, the melding of visible light forming around his body as he slowly turned to face her. "Your excessive use of profanity is out of place here, Amaziah." Kensei said to her in a authoritative tone, pressing a button on his belt, a mechanical clang not to far off from where they stood, it mechanized noise audible to the both of them. A door open on what appeared to visibly be the ground, sliding forward and revealing the stairs to an underground bunker.

"The lock is wired to a series of explosives in the bunker, if breached and not activated, everything in the bunker burns, along with the idiot stupid enough to attempt breaking in. When you enter, leave your weapons on the table near the small computer and device cache and follow me to the room where Johnathan is and we can begin to question him, the sedatives should be wearing off." Kensei said walking inside of the bunker, his soot covered face completely visible as he threw his scarf into a chair positioned in front of computer, the screen as large as a theaters screen, along with a massive panel of buttons.

Within the confines of the bunker was a simple cot and small dinning area where a cupboard and small refrigerator unit lie. Removing his gear and placing it in its appropriate place among the other assorted tools on the table he instructed Amaziah to place her weapons on, Kensei retrieved a bottle of water from the refrigerator. "Feel fre to refresh yourself." Kensei said opening the door to Johnathan's holding cell located in the back of the room, the young man, slowly awaking as he sat restrained in a chair.

[Amaziah Brown]

Amaziah continued to look around until she saw Kensei appear out of nowhere right in front of her. Now, let me lay the ground rules for you. When I said that Kensei either had to show his face in five minutes or some strange shit had to go down to act in his favor, there's only a certain amount of "strange shit" that was allowed to happen.

For instance; he could have rode in on a horse or something. He could have even appeared in a blinding Jesus light or some shit. But when you appear out of nowhere, especially when you don't got shit to hide behind to appear out of nowhere, that's just like bringing a donkey to a horse race.

The bitch'll beat your ass.

Amaziah stepped back in shock and swung at the air, making sure not to punch the living daylight out the fool.

"God damn it, nigga; don't do that!-"

"Your excessive use of profanity is out of place here, Amaziah," Kensei told her off.

The bitch dropped her guns; not her pistols, but her fists. Did he just say what she thought he said? I know he didn't just say what she thought he said! And right before she was about to tell this fool who the fuck he was dealing with, she saw Kensei push a button that let a slit on the ground open up, seeming to be a bunker or something like that.

Now I'll tell you straight up; the secret door threw the bitch off. She put a hand on her hip and cocked her head a bit.

Well damn, she thought to herself.

"The lock is wired to a series of explosives in the bunker." Kensei said as Amaziah followed him down. "If breached and not activated, everything in the bunker burns, along with the idiot stupid enough to attempt breaking in. When you enter, leave your weapons on the table near the small computer and device cache and follow me to the room where Johnathan is and we can begin to question him, the sedatives should be wearing off."

Amaziah found the table and placed both her guns and her katana on it. She looked around while she stood still. Smirking, she looked at Kensei next to her as he placed his stuff on the table too.

"Nice place you got here," she said. "Lot's of space..."

Okay, it was obvious that this limitation on her vocabulary was beating the shit out of her. But like I said before; the bitch didn't have anything else better to do...

She watched him walk past her and look inside a refrigerator, only to pull out a water bottle.

"Feel free to refresh yourself," Kensei stated.

Amaziah rose an eyebrow. She strutted toward the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. Following Kensei inside the interrogation room, she saw the cracka in question. It seemed that the guy named Johnathan was slowly starting to wake up. Looking at Kensei -- who seemed to be waiting patiently for him to wake up all the way -- Amaziah sighed and rolled her eyes. She untwisted her bottle of water, took a few gulps of the water, then splashed a good chunk of it in Johnathan's face.

I told you nigga's shouldn't mess with Amaziah's patience.

"WAKE UP, FOOL!" she projected in Johnathan's way.

[Human NPC]

It all began with a splash.

I didn't know what it was, but it was cold.

I pray to God that it was just water.

All I could remember before today was a blur. Not like a blurred memory or something like that; it was more like a blur of light, coming from one of my boss's guests in the medical ward. I slept, but I didn't dream. I guess that's a good thing. But if this was the beginning of one, then I want to wake up.

I want to wake up now.

I gasp for air after the splash of whatever it was hit me. My eyesight is blurry and I panic from not being able to see. At first I thought I didn't have on my glasses. But when my sight came back, I regret wishing I could see.

Because the man who did this to me was staring me right in the face.

I try to escape, but I can't; my wrists and feet are tied to a metal chair I was seated in. I look around trying to find a way out, only to panic again at the fact that the only way out was through the man that did this to me.

What the fuck was going on?!

There was a woman with him. A black woman. My life just got a little bit more fragile. I see a half-empty water bottle in her hand. Thank God; it was water. But that doesn't help my paranoia.

I'm trapped; trapped somewhere I have never seen, and being stared down by two people that look like they could snap me like a twig. My eyes start to water a bit. Embarrassing; completely embarrassing. Maybe the water on my face won't make them think I'm a pussy. If I could just muster up...muster up the courage to demand what's going on. Maybe they'll spare me...

I open my mouth. The words are forming. But they're not the ones I want to say. Instead of a masculine demand, it turns into a spineless whimper. I close my eyes in embarrassment.

"D-don't... don't kill me..."

Embarrassing; completely embarrassing...

[Seishuku Kensei]

Kensei sipped his water and watched as Amaziah splashed her water in the already drowsy Johnathan's face, the cold temperature of the water more than adequate in waking him up and bringing him face forward to the cold reality that faced him. Her tone as well her speech went to speeding up the process. Kensei capped his bottle, and walked over to Johnathan, whose speech and nervousness were the first sounds of utterance he made since being captured.

"Your request to keep your life being fulfilled greatly depends on your cooperation with myself and my associate. This can go either one of two ways, you can give us the information that we require about your employer, Markus Bleache, or you can stall and withhold that information crucial to your own well being, and from there I cannot guarantee that your physical well being will be taken into consideration in the said extraction these fact." Kensei said, a spark of electrical current forming around his index and middle fingers, Kensei now running them along the metal arm rest of the chair Johnathan sat, their position growing closer to the water that Amaziah splashed all over the man being interrogated.

"Who is Markus Bleache, what does he do, and what is the purpose of the facility he runs underneath the Headquarters of Skylight Industries, the complex where I received medical treatment that required special access to from the surface." Kensei said, the electrical energy flowing from his finger onto the partially soaked Johnathan.

[Human NPC]

I could feel the electricity pinching my arms. If I was in any other situation, I would ask how he was able to do this; how he was able to run as fast as he did to leave me unconscious for so long. And now he could control electricity? And even worse; he was using it to get information out of me about my boss. With the pain I was feeling and the confusion going on in my brain, I could make one assumption.

This was Hell.

I was in Hell.

Every time he touched the armrest with that current, I screamed like a helpless bitch. I panted in fear for my life when he started to elevate his hand to my face wet with water, sweat, tears and panic. I wanted him to stop. I wanted him to let me go. I wanted him to realize that whatever it was he was looking for from my boss that I was just an innocent bystander just doing a job that I'm probably not guaranteed to get. I wanted him to know that I didn't know anything. But I couldn't. Because I did know.

I knew a lot...

"He's this philanthropist from France! He took over the company about ten years ago after it's original CEO committed suicide and used it to take over every economic trade in the world; Skylight practically controls almost every man-made resource! I was chosen as an intern for the company's archives; I help keep record of the history and business dealings. They've established dealings with world leaders; dictators, presidents, you name it. If he wanted to, Markus could become a representative for the United Nations!"

I gulped. In response to that gulp and my own cowardice, I shiver. I practically gave away about seven years worth of information in around two and a half minutes. I look at my lap and try to control my breathing before I look back at the man and the woman in front of me.

"As for the basement..." I take a breath, "the basement level of the main headquarters. It was made to house a big group of people; almost a small U.S. state's population like Connecticut or something. The medical wing is supposed to be used for when the area is populated and the people inside need medical attention or when Markus's personal doctors and scientists are there to run tests or experiments."

My breathing is still a bit hard, but right now I don't care anymore. My only alternative now is to survive. If ratting out what the company can do gets me fired, then fuck it; I'm alive. You can't work dead. I don't care if I sound like a spineless pussy right now; I'm glad to be that if it means I get to stay alive. The black woman looks like she's concerned enough to suck her teeth; the fact alone that I don't know what she could do scares me a bit more than the one waving his electric fingers in my face. But I want to survive. So I ask them something that might help my chances.

"I-is there anything else you need to know...?"

I swallow afterward, then continue to breathe loudly. I look at them with a pitiful look on my face.

I'm so pathetic...

[Amaziah Brown]

Amaziah sucked her teeth. Leaning against the wall with the water bottle in her hand, she watched Kensei do his thing. And from what she saw, let's just say that the bitch was impressed.

Damn, Kensei, she thought to herself. You relentless as a motherfucker, ain't ya?

She'd be lying if she said watching Kensei handle his business with the suspect didn't help turn her on to him. The fairy-boy was pissing her off though. All that crying, and whining and "please don't kill me" bullshit was making her wish Kensei would just hurry off and off flamer already. And when he decided to sing like a canary bird, she was hoping he would.

Then he offered more information.

"God damn it, boy!" she said out loud toward him. She purposely used a bit of her sound magic when she directed the wave his way. She could see his glasses break and his ears start to turn red. And while it made her a little bit better to put her own two scents in "the torturing game," she was still pissed that this fag had more information to share.

"What is it you don't know about this motherfucker?" she asked hard, completely forgetting Kensei's no-cussing rule. "Seriously; I wanna know whose dick you had to suck to get this position, because that's one dumb-ass nigga to trust all of this shit on you!"

The bitch was pissed. She turned around and folded her arms, staring out the glass window in front of her. But because she didn't want to upset Kensei, she held out her right hand and stared at him.

"Excuse my language," she said to him. "It won't happen again." She held out her arm like she was ushering someone to a seat. "Please continue, Kensei."

[Human NPC]

Her yell surprises me; I was right to fear her the most. My lenses snapped like a hot car window does when you throw an ice cold water balloon on them and her voice made my head hurt.

It made it hurt bad...

I think I moaned a bit in pain after hearing her yell at me. It was like my brain was on fire and I couldn't help but utter how bad I am at taking in pain. And to think that I had to deal with the woman's voice when I was just trying to get past the man with the electric fingers.

I don't know if my ears were bleeding, but it wasn't like I was in a position to find out for myself. She kept talking to me; not in the severe way that made my brain quake in my skull like before, but this time she was undermining me like I was scum. She asked rhetorically whose dick I had to suck to get my position. I turn my head away from both of them and frown.

"Believe me; you wouldn't want to know what I had to do to get this," I say quietly to myself. I didn't want them to hear it. I said it out loud just to make myself feel better; just to prove to myself that I do have a pair of balls. In a way it was contradictory to my method for survival right now; tell them what they want to know, then beg and plead for them not to kill me afterward. It was like whatever trace of masculinity in me decided to take the reigns and call my current course of action spineless. It didn't want to go down so easily; not without a fight.

But this was a fight that I couldn't win; not by a long shot...

[Seishuku Kensei]

Kensei was not amused by the display of Amaziah's powers on Johnathan, the fact that he'd extracted the information he received from Johnathan with no physical was more than enough to show the shinobi that Johnathan would comply with him, if for nothing else than to save his own skin. Kensei waited for the swelling in his ears to go down before he began his questioning again, the answers he received to extraordinary to believe, but in lieu of recent events, Kensei would conceal his skepticism, proceeding with the interrogation.

"Your facts sound very far fetched, you expect me to believe that one man has control over the entire economy of the world, and yet he picks wounded strangers up from the street, and heals them in exchange for information. Do understand that, your position, whatever position that may be in to reference the parlance of my partners statement, I am of the opinion that you are privy to more than these base, general statements about one man's rise to power." Kensei said, struggling in his own mind the grasp the scope of what he was dealing with here. Placing the current that ran across his fingers into the waterthat pooled on the metal chair for a mere second, Kensei mildly electrocuted Johnathan, enough to wake him from the fatigue that he seemed to be in, as well as send the message of the seriousness of his situation.

"The time in which he found out about Tenmeigakure from and and the time of the assault on the village were too close to be coincidental, no army or foreign presence was left in the village, so how did Markus Bleache annihilate the force of and entire village of adepts, and sway the rest to his cause. Who or what is Markus Bleache, and who had he spoken to prior about the Tenmeigakure!?" Kensei said, frustrated, grabbing Johnathan by the collar, bring his own face close to the man in his custody, holding his hand which pulsed with electricity in plain sight, inching it closer to the water.

[Human NPC]

Pain.

Pain seems to be common for me.

If it wasn't from the guy, then it was from the woman. And if it wasn't from the woman, then it was from the guy again. And it seems that with every means of torture it escalates.

I admit it; I screamed when he shocked me. It might have been brief, but it hurt like hell. And the fact that he called me a liar in his own verbose talk didn't help my self-esteem. He kept talking about Tenmeigakure this, and Tenmeigakure that; it was evident that he was pissed about it. He told me to tell the truth about my boss and who he spoke to to find out about it.

So I told him.

"TSURUGI!!" I yelled after he grabbed my collar. I started panting again. "A guy named Tsurugi and a guy named Tenshi came to talk about becoming business partners with Skylight!"

I look at the man with watering eyes, afraid for my life.

"I swear, everything I told you about Markus is true! He talked about using the 'ninja' or something to police the world! He even said something about eliminating some organization called the 'Devil Saints' or something like that! But that's all I know, I swear! Please; I'M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH!!!"

[Seishuku Kensei]

Kensei had heard what he wanted, although the lengths to which he had acquired the information was more brutal than he had expected it back. Kensei stared silently into Johnathan's eyes, they began to swell with moisture from both pain and fear. Dissipating the electrical charge on his other hand, Kensei pulled Johnathan's collar, jerking it to the side to expose his neck, running his other hand down the exposed column of skin. With impeccable speed and precision, Kensei appropriately struck several vital points on Johnathan's neck, his fingers nimbly attacking clusters of nerves, rendering Johnathan unconscious. Standing up, Kensei turned back to Amaziah, and folded his arms, sighing from both annoyance and frustration in dealing with their hostage.

Knowing that Tsurugi had dealings with Markus only made Kensei wonder if this had sped up the rate at which the head of Skylight Industries found and decimated the ninja village. "If Tsurugi had met with Markus, what purpose did aquiring information from me serve?" Kensei asked himself in silence, looking back to Amaziah who stoood across the room.

"I've put him down for now, their is nothing further to be gained from him in his current state. Had he not been so fragile I could have extracted more than what we received." Kensei said walking toward Amaziah, now standing in her face. "Next time, do not interfere, you could have killed him in your recklessness and we would have nothing to show for him being here. Now, let us research the exact extent of his information, I'll require your assistance in cross referencing these findings in my databases." Kensei said, walking out of the room, leaving Amaziah inside with the now unconscious Johnathan.

[Amaziah Brown]

Amaziah could only stand there tripping to herself when she heard the two magic words come out of the scrawny cracka's mouth.

Devil Saints.

Hot damn...

As soon as he said it, the bitch's heart started to pound a bit faster. This was too much of a coincidence for it to be a coincidence. First, the village she called home was destroyed by a nigga named Markus, and now this same fool wanted the Devil Saints destroyed. Now I know what your thinking; why would the bitch care? Well, just think about it for a minute. If this cat Markus destroyed the Devil Saint's, then who would he have to kill?

Too slow, fools. Here's your answer; Shounin Aika.

The bitch was snapped out of her daydream by Kensei, getting all in her face and shit. By the time he finished chastising her about how to deal with motherfuckers, he asked her for her help finding shit. She watched him leave the interrogation room. Smirking, she followed behind him, only to end up strutting next to him soon after.

"So what are we looking for?" she asked.

[Seishuku Kensei]

Kensei slowed his pace as Amaziah trotted behind him, his mind wrapped around the fact that Tsurugi was some how involved with the destruction of Tenmeigakure, a crime he earlier thought he bared most of the responsibility. He heard her ask him what their next plan of action was, sighing at the sudden interruption to his thought process. "Had you been listening instead of impairing the hearing of others, I proposed the idea of you helping me to verify the information pried from our guest. It would be faster for both of us to cross reference his information. My workstation is large enough to accommodate us both, that is if you can manage to focus your energies toward something constructive, instead of spewing obscenities." Kensei said with a smirk forming on his now covered face as he sat at a two monitor terminal, punching several keys as the screen went from blank to lit.

Next to him was an empty swivel chair that spun invitingly, moving from the momentum of Kensei rubbing against it as he sat down. He punched in the name Markus Bleache into his database, several window feature information of various backgrounds pertaining to the name entered in the search. Combing through the bulk of the information, Kensei saved what was relevant, and discarded the superficial, the articles featuring his philanthropist exploits, in favor for those of the hostile corporate takeovers, shady business dealings, and other facets of information that hinted at Skylight industries being the front for a dangerous conglamorate.

"These articles state that skylight industries has been around for decades, with Markus becoming more prominent in the operations after twenty years. I find this odd, seeing as when I met Markus, he could not have been older than his mid-thirties, factoring in a good bill of health, yet his appearance in these articles dates back for 40 years." Kensei pondered on the subject, leaning back in his chair, awaiting for some input from Amaziah, hoping to something constructive from the provocative woman he choose to partner himself with.

[Amaziah Brown]

You had to hand it to Amaziah; the bitch knew how to hold her tongue. As much as she wanted to go off on this cracka Kensei, she knew that they needed each other to get where they wanted to get to. And apparently, where they wanted to get to was this Markus Bleache' cat.

Ignoring Kensei's earlier statement, Amaziah listened to him explain Markus' place in this. She watched him bring up pictures and articles and shit on both him and Skylight Industries. And the fact that Kensei said that he looked like he ain't aged a day over thirty-five and his involvement inside's been around forty years made her confused as well.

Amaziah looked at the pictures on the computer screen closely, taking off her shades and resting them on her hair. She frowned.

"Damn, Kensei," she said. "You're right." She went on to point out two pics of the fool in question. One was dated back when he took over the company and renamed it Skylight about twenty years ago, while the other one was during a recent business meeting he had in Paris about a month ago. And he looked the same in both of them.

"...the hell he thinks he is? Sigourney Weaver?" Amaziah said quietly to herself, placing a hand on her hip as she leaned next to Kensei to get a better look at the guy. She started to think about the fairy in the interrogation room and all the shit he let loose to keep his own life. When she did, she started to remember the fag spill something about the basement levels of the main headquarters.

"Kensei," Amaziah said quickly. "You think your super-computer here can find the blueprints or the layouts of the building you were in? That basement you and the queer were talking about could mean something, but I'm just going out on a limb here."

[Seishuku Kensei]

"I believe that would be within our bounds at the moment, I'll pull up the information on the construction companies that have had dealing with real estate in the area." Kensei said as he finger slid across the keyboard and the information popped up on both their screens, the humming from a small machine in the back that printed out copies of the blueprints, electrical wiring and building circuitry, as well the security layout and personal list. All of Skylight Industries dealing have been with public subsidiaries. It would have been impossible for such a venture to have grown in various industries if they had remained private, so all of their information is accessible through the networks if their smaller companies and partners, we just had to know where to, and we do now thanks to Johnathan." Kensei said, turning to Amaziah, pointing in the directions of the printing machine.

Standing out his chair, Kensei stretched his limbs, a small yawn escaping from him as he looked at Amaziah. "We have covered enough background on Skylight and Markus, now we need to formulate our next plan of attack. We'll comb through the printed information, and deduce what would be most appropriate in apprehending Markus with minimal exposure, from the read-outs, the security if notified would prove to be problematic if a situation were to arise." Kensei said a she walked over and retrieved the printouts, spreading them across a wide table, pressing a button underneath to activate the light on the table top to better view his print outs." If you would join me here Amaziah."

[Amaziah Brown]

Amaziah stood there with her arms folded, listening to Kensei talk about the main branch building of Skylight Industries. When he brought up the blueprints, the bitch thought he was just gonna immediately start talking about a plan of action. Then he started talking about subsidiaries, networks, going private and a whole bunch of other political homemade shit that she could either care less about or didn't understand half of. But later than sooner, she started to catch on during the end of his business lingo.

"...we just had to know where to go. And we do now thanks to Jonathan."

Amaziah still stood there with that "bitch, you trippin'" look with her hands folded and her body weight adjusted to one side. "Uh-huh," she replied.

The bitch watched the assassin stand and grab the schematics and shit out the printer. That was when he said the three magic words she'd been waiting to hear all motherfuckin' day.

Plan of attack.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," she said under her breath after hearing what Kensei said. She took the time to finish the bit of water in her bottle before she heard him ask her to come over where he was. She chuckled, thinking of a dirty joke to return that with. But she let it slide and stood next to him on the desk lighting the blueprint.

She scanned it a bit herself, trying to familiarize her mind with what she saw in case the situation called for it.

"So where do you think this medical facility you were in is on this thing?" she asked.

[Seishuku Kensei]

Scanning the well light sheets of paper, Kensei placed his hand on his chin, the light table specifically attuned to his magics and with a wave of his hand he was able to construct a solid hologram visual of of the facility, levitating it as it floated inches above the table. "I was being keep in an underground facility, several sub-basements deep, and I noticed when I took the elevation up I could not sense any electronics, telling me that Bleache has the building setup with many lead-lined dummy floors, their purpose to fool intruders, and dampen the signals from the lower level from being pickup by outsiders."

"When we go in, our clothing will be equipped with devices to make use of our talents, I will personally see to the refitting and retooling of your weaponry. Tell me Amaziah, our you proficient in any specific elements, or have any attuned to something in particular, I must consider all variables, and I want to minimize the possibility of a cross elemental clash, or understand how much I may have to compensate for anything you lack." Kensei said, as the hologram changed appearance, displaying the elevator shaft and dummy floors, the ones with electronic activity glowing brighter as the display moved to the whim of Kensei's fingertips.

[Amaziah Brown]

Anything I lack?! she said to herself, looking at Kensei as if he lost his damn mind. That's strike two, motherfucker.

The bitch took a breath. When she calmed down, he looked at Kensei again. This time, she had a smirk on her face.

You better be lucky you fine as hell underneath that little scarf of yours, she thought to herself.

"I can manipulate the waves, vibrations, pitches, volumes and the speed of sound," she told the fool. "I could do that shit since I was little." She smirked a bit at Kensei. "I trained with an elemental in Japan to learn how to use the air to my advantage too, not to toot my own horn."

She looked at the hologram as the bitch sucked her teeth, amused at it in her own way of showing it. She ran her hand across it just out of curiosity. When she looked at her hand to see it clean, she stared at the hologram again with an eyebrow raised and her tongue frozen midway from licking her lips.

"Hmm," she said to herself before her tongue finished it's job.

If I had a nickel for every time I had to say that...

"And from what I can tell," she continued, "you got a bit of know-how with light magic."

She made sure that she wasn't looking nowhere else but at Kensei's eyes, sporting a playful smirk his way. Hell, if she was gonna be apart of this to keep this Bleache' motherfucker from killing Aika before her, she might as well have a bit of fun, right?

"So if you ask me," she said to the assassin, "I'd say we're completely compatible..."

[Seishuku Kensei]

Kensei was relieved to here about the nature of powers, they were similar enough to his own to not cause complications in the mission at hand, and as such she was able to discern what powers he manipulated if this was not already obvious to her. Given this information he would be able to engineer some manner of device that would make use of her special talents. "Our compatibility was never in question here, now that we are sure of the path we must follow, we must prepared ourselves for what lie ahead. No doubt that Markus has something planned for those who weren't slaughtered at the village,as to where they will appear and in what capacity he will use them I am uncertain." Kensei said, turning the hologram back to its original view with the wave of his hand.

Kensei took the moment to reflect on all that transpired that day, having gone without sleep for nearly two days, each second seemed to drap on forever as the prospect of getting closer to Markus again was proving to be long, as well as dangerous. Allowing a yawn to escape, Kensei then turned away from Amaziah, making his way over to the cot in the corner of the room. Sitting down, he felt as if a giant weight had been lifted from him, having been mostly standing and moving during the last two days as Amaziah reminded near the table viewing the image.

"I require sleep, and I will awaken in 5 hours time. I advise you to make yourself useful and familiarize yourself with the schematics and building layouts, and under no circumstances are you to enter the room where Johnathan is being held, your hand has proven to be too callous in extracting information from him and I don't want him to suffer further harm until we are done, are we clear? Kensei asked before laying on his back, closing his eyes but still waiting for Amaziah's response.

[Amaziah Brown]

The way Amaziah saw it, Kensei was the type that was "all work and no play." She kinda figured how important this was to him, so it would make sense that he wouldn't get all of the gust of what she was saying. But hearing him yawn kind of set her thought in stone. Even a fool trying to redeem himself needed sleep. She was just glad that he wasn't that crazy to ignore it.

The bitch folded her arms, leaning against the table while watching the assassin walk over to a small bed on the other side of the room. She chuckled; there was too much shit here for everything to be so conveniently placed.

Then the nigga had to go on and ruin the mood with yet another one of his insults. The bitch took off her shades and rubbed the base of her nose, clearly frustrated. "Make yourself useful?" He was basically asking her to whoop his ass before his nap-time. She inhaled and closed his eyes, surprisingly letting the fool finish his statement, talking about how she was too dangerous to be around the fairy locked up in the other room. That's when the lioness played show and tell with her claws.

"Alright, Kensei," she said. "I don't know what it is you see in me that makes you think I can't comprehend even the most mundane shit. I was assuming that the first few times, you were just playing around with me. But I know what happens when you assume; you make an ass of you and me. So let me just say this in the nicest way I know how to, nigga. The next time you talk to me like I'm a God-damn child, I'll prove the saying wrong and just make an ass out of you. Are we clear?"