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Fic exchange for Lyn
They strolled through the halls, Disguised as nondescript maintenance workers while Leo murmured Workings; shifting suspicion to disinterest, bending light away from the security cameras.
They were finally in the last climb of the current arc and it was putting Leo on edge. It'd been building for weeks, starting from a small gang's sudden rise in the local criminal underground and following from there along a chain of suspicious people and businesses - of intrigue, power-hungry corruption, and an illegitimate flow of funds leading, finally, to here.
Leo gestured for Zita to wait and she acknowledged with a silent nod before stepping aside, leaning casually against the wall behind him. He closed his eyes, whispering Workings at the cameras again, asking the glittering sparks of electricity to show him what they saw. He was looking for the CFO - the one behind the whole plot, the one he had to confront for the arc finale. The camera data flickered into images into his mind and he flipped through; not there, not that one, definitely not them, not--
One image suddenly and unexpectedly caught his attention. Red hair. A very specific, very familiar shade of red.
His eyes blinked open in surprise. What was Cya doing here?!
What's wrong? Zita signaled, using the hand gestures they'd been working on. A part of him felt pleased that they finally had a chance to use them.
Cya, he gestured back, thinking rapidly as the shape of the plot shifted. He'd followed the trail to this company, for the final confrontation, and now Cya was...
Cya must be in danger.
He hissed the Working again, finding the camera she was on now, catching her stepping out of the elevator. On... the third floor.
Leo strode off, Zita close on his heels, heading for the emergency staircase, bypassing the alarm with a few Words before bolting up the stairs. Past the second floor, to the third, then stop near the door and check for enemies. They must be close; they must be hiding. Mercenary special ops, at this level; no more standard security guards.
If he was right about all this - and he always was - they wouldn't even be human.
Zita stepped back, Working the door open while he held off the alarm trigger, and they waited, Leo holding his breath.
One, two, three... nine, ten. He gestured to Zita, the coast is clear, and stepped out through the door.
Cya wasn't immediately visible, so he talked to the cameras again. There; she was stepping into the office of... the chief security officer?
The plot shifted again, this time without him noticing. Cya was going right up to the arc boss, alone. She must have learned something - but not enough to prepare before confronting him. Not enough to know how much danger she was in.
Cya's in trouble, he signaled and took off - or started to, before Zita's hand grabbed his arm. "We need a plan first," she hissed into his ear.
"But if we don't hurry...!" They did need a plan, he knew on some level, but he had to argue.
"If we go in without a plan, we'll lose her. Come on, Leo." She tugged him back towards the stairwell.
Reluctantly, he let himself be led. He'd still get there in time. That's how the plot went, after all.
They were finally in the last climb of the current arc and it was putting Leo on edge. It'd been building for weeks, starting from a small gang's sudden rise in the local criminal underground and following from there along a chain of suspicious people and businesses - of intrigue, power-hungry corruption, and an illegitimate flow of funds leading, finally, to here.
Leo gestured for Zita to wait and she acknowledged with a silent nod before stepping aside, leaning casually against the wall behind him. He closed his eyes, whispering Workings at the cameras again, asking the glittering sparks of electricity to show him what they saw. He was looking for the CFO - the one behind the whole plot, the one he had to confront for the arc finale. The camera data flickered into images into his mind and he flipped through; not there, not that one, definitely not them, not--
One image suddenly and unexpectedly caught his attention. Red hair. A very specific, very familiar shade of red.
His eyes blinked open in surprise. What was Cya doing here?!
What's wrong? Zita signaled, using the hand gestures they'd been working on. A part of him felt pleased that they finally had a chance to use them.
Cya, he gestured back, thinking rapidly as the shape of the plot shifted. He'd followed the trail to this company, for the final confrontation, and now Cya was...
Cya must be in danger.
He hissed the Working again, finding the camera she was on now, catching her stepping out of the elevator. On... the third floor.
Leo strode off, Zita close on his heels, heading for the emergency staircase, bypassing the alarm with a few Words before bolting up the stairs. Past the second floor, to the third, then stop near the door and check for enemies. They must be close; they must be hiding. Mercenary special ops, at this level; no more standard security guards.
If he was right about all this - and he always was - they wouldn't even be human.
Zita stepped back, Working the door open while he held off the alarm trigger, and they waited, Leo holding his breath.
One, two, three... nine, ten. He gestured to Zita, the coast is clear, and stepped out through the door.
Cya wasn't immediately visible, so he talked to the cameras again. There; she was stepping into the office of... the chief security officer?
The plot shifted again, this time without him noticing. Cya was going right up to the arc boss, alone. She must have learned something - but not enough to prepare before confronting him. Not enough to know how much danger she was in.
Cya's in trouble, he signaled and took off - or started to, before Zita's hand grabbed his arm. "We need a plan first," she hissed into his ear.
"But if we don't hurry...!" They did need a plan, he knew on some level, but he had to argue.
"If we go in without a plan, we'll lose her. Come on, Leo." She tugged him back towards the stairwell.
Reluctantly, he let himself be led. He'd still get there in time. That's how the plot went, after all.