[center]Being startled was an understatement for Sylas who was immediately yanked from mid-apology and pushed into the large empty tanker from where he took the suit. Wulfus hasted him and then covered the tanker with a large blanket in an effort to hide his one guest from the new one. The wolf was still and quiet, listening to the conversation between Wulfus and who appeared to be his sister, Wulfina. The wolf’s whole body ached yet he gritted his teeth and endured it for secrecy’s sake, being still and quiet…. Not hat he could move much anyway. The suit ran out of battery a little while ago and without it being ‘active’, Sylas could feel its weight on him. Albeit not unbearable but still noticeable. The aches and the fatigue would have to wait however as the wolf was paying more attention to the conversation outside. At first it sounded like Wulfina was scolding her brother for locking the door….most probably in an attempt to buy a bit of time to hide Sylas. This made the burdened the wolf’s conscience further as now not only has he been far to reckless with Wulfu’s creation but his recent actions also sprung a quarrel between siblings. At one point in the conversation it appeared as if Wulfina found out about everything and Wulfus was also about to confess. Luckily that was not the case and Wulfus managed to regain his composure before saying anything. After a while his guest left and now a mentally exhausted Wulfus removed the cover from the tanker and after a brief inspection of the damage, told the wolf to remove the suit, in a commanding tone. Sylas obeyed without any remark. With a few small grunts of ache he took off each part as carefully as he could not wanting to cause any more damage. Wulfus returned after the wolf stripped down and in the same commanding tone told him to take a shower. The stench of Syla’s previous hiding place was evident to him as well so he headed straight to the bathroom and in the small shower cabin. The water fell over him akin to the rain from outside, but this time whit no advanced suit in its way. The wolf must have felt truly numb as only after a few solid moments did he notice the the water was far to cold. With a sigh he adjusted the temperature…slightly. His bruises ached, now more so, since the water was no longer as cold and didn’t numb out the pain. Yet, the physical pain was nothing compared to the spiritual wounds that he suffered through his remorse. 

Sylas was upset. Upset with himself. He was overcome by his emotions and like a child with a brand new toy, let his excitement get the better of him. Sylas could read Wulfu’s frustration on his face just earlier, without a doubt he was now regretting ever having given his precious work on the hands of his guest. Sylas clenched his fists to the point where it started to hurt and after a few moments of contemplation he slapped both his palms on his face, the water splashing in all direction inside the shower cabin. He huffed heavily. There was no point in him beating himself up anymore. He made a mistake, he will apologize, try to make amends for it and hope that Wulfus would forgive him. There was nothing more left to do in that regard. So, after washing and then drying himself with a large towel, the wolf walked back in the lab where Wulfus was waiting with a first-aid kit, treating his bruises in silence. Once that was done, Sylas dressed back in his old clothes and sat down facing Wulfus. Before he could say anything however, Wulfus spoke first.

[b]“The suit- the suit worked. It has an obvious power issue I must look into, the external antenna is too flimsy, I've yet to calibrate the software and I'd might look into a better boot design, you were a bit unsure with these ones. Otherwise, it worked. It wasn't the test-run I expected, but it performed excellently, I'm especially happy with the reflex systemics: it save your life four times. Damage looks superficial, most of the crash-landing shock was absorbed by the exoskeletal muscles, but I don't see any hydraulic leaks to give away a muscle tear or rupture. I'll analyze the data tomorrow. You go to sleep in the bed, I take the couch and we'll talk in the morning, I'm sure we can make something out of this once our brains are fresh again. Agreed? “[/b]

 Sylas simply nodded. He felt undeserving of Wulfu’s display of hospitality yet he didn’t want to comment…nor did he have any occasion to reply before Wulfus left the lab and threw himself on the couch. Sylas walked sluggishly to the bed and placed himself with just a bit more care than Wulfus. Sleep would barely come however, Sylas was rustling, never really finding a comfortable spot. He felt tiered yet couldn’t sleep and ended up recalling of the day’s events in his mind. It started off pretty ordinary, traveling to yet another city in another county in this large world trying to find something he wasn’t even sure he could find. Meeting with Wulfus and learning about his work as well as being offered the chance of testing out a marvel such as this was the highlight of the day. The experience was priceless and yet the consequences dire….
That night he did not rest easy. He rustled in one side of the bed, managed to drift off for a few minuets before shuffling again and repeating the process over and over, all the while his thoughts were flying in many different directions. He contemplated today’s events, tried to think of ways how he could make amends for his transgression, even reassuring himself that it will be fine in the end…probably. Along with that, he thought about his past. Recalling his youthful days, most of which were spent studying and training with his grandfather, all the valuable lessons he learned and the wisdom that was passed down to him. 

Yet the most valuable memories of his past were related to a different person. Most of the times Sylas tried not think about it but there were occasions when his mind simply drifted by itself and he couldn’t help but recall those memories, which most often bring nostalgic feelings of joy smudged with sorrow. He sighed deeply and then shuffled once more, this time lying on his back and facing the ceiling. Now was not the time for such thoughts, then again, when if ever a good time for those? He lifted his arm and placed it on his face, covering his eyes, trying to forcefully bring sleep to him. However, before he could realize, it was morning. He heard Wulfus get up yet he himself was lying still not making a sound. Before he would ‘officially wake up’ , Sylas wanted to try and clear his head for all the running thoughts of last night. A process which apparently took long enough for Wulfus to make breakfast for the both of them. The wolf sighed once he finally decided to get up and stretch his bones, his aches acting up again in the process yet thankfully they were nowhere near as bad as yesterday. 

Upon entering the lab, Sylas found Wulfus already in front of a console screen with two plates of what looked like a cheesy mess of eggs and two cups of steaming coffee next to them. [b]“Ohayoo...Wulfus-san..”[/b] the wolf greeted and was then acknowledged by Wulfus and was offered a seat on the same tool cupboard he sat yesterday when it all began. He seated himself and almost immediately proceeded to take a long sip of the coffee. A slight wince crossed his face as the brew burned his tongue and left a strong, sour aftertaste, yet he didn’t complain. On the console, Wulfus was viewing a recording of last night’s events, captured by the cameras of the suit’s helmet. The wolf wondered what exactly Wulfus was looking for on that and oddly enough, without him voicing his inquiry, Wulfus shared his thoughts. 

[b]“I'm trying to look for anything to put an ID tag on these guys. Whoever they were, they were pretty well organized; too organized to be some small-time gang and way too bold for a mafia clan. All in all, we made quite a mess of their operation, I only hope that it was a good thing we did there."[/b] Sylas remained silent and dropped his gaze on the plate of food in front of him. Whoever those men were, it was clear that whatever they were doing was nothing good. They were well equipped, tightly organized and ready for most circumstances save for the most improbable and unexpected there was. Such as a nosy wolf in a high-advanced suit showing up and crashing their party, for instance. Sylas then rose his gaze back at Wulfus, a spark of regret flashing in his eyes due to last night’s events. The last thing he wanted was to attract unwanted attention to Wulfu’s creation and he feared that it is exactly that which happened last night. Yet, to Syla’s disbelief, his friend smiled at him. 
[b]"I'm not mad at you, Sairasu-san, though I was really afraid. Afraid that you'd might end up dying because I had the stupid idea of strapping that thing onto you; that and losing my suit, in all honesty. I've worked a lot on it, it's my trademark and last night, it definitely proved its worth. So I must say: I am sorry for putting you through this, but I also thank you for giving me the opportunity to have my creation, my child tested on the field. Properly so. I think I found a dent in the back torso piece where a bullet hit you: it's a light scrape with some tiny lead residue stuck in the fiber. So there's that. “[/b]

The wolf was speechless…more so than usual. He was far to reckless last night and his actions could have cost him his life several times over as well as losing the suit that Wulfus worked so hard on. Yet Wulfus was for more concerned about his well-being and was glad that his creation did not sustain any ‘significant’ damage. To top it all off, he was sorry as if all that was his doing. [b]“Wulfus-san…. No. I…”[/b] he muttered but Wulfus didn’t seem to hear him.

[b]“But right now, I'm trying to figure just who these guys were. They're good at organizing their stuff, there's been no reports of a robbery on the news, neither the VTOL firing down at you. Whatever you interrupted there got them mad enough to break several ethical laws and thing is, they didn't expect something to go wrong; that's a sign that these guys are big, big enough to be confident that no one would dare to oppose them. It can't be simple crooks, nor mafia, nor some criminal syndicate. It has to be something much more dire: a PMC. What would they want from the bank, I don't- hold on. You picked something up?"[/b] The screen on the console displayed just that and Sylas widen his eyes, recalling the event. He indeed noticed an odd object in the possession of one of those men and instinctively took it with him as he made his escape. [b]"Why don't you bring it to me?"[/b] Sylas nodded at Wulfus request and proceeded to recover the item. In a few moments, the wolf presented to Wulfus a keychain with two small, bulky keys attached to it. They looked especially old and in this day and age one could only wonder what they could open. Before anything however, the wolf had something he wanted to take off his chest, as such before seating himself he called for Wulfu’s attention. 

[b]“Wulfus-san… I wanted to apologize…. Yesterday you were kind to invite me to your home and your companionship and showed me the great works that you were doing and the accomplishment, which is that amazing suit. You even offered me the chance to be the first to use it and test it’s capabilities out in the open. You offered me a great experience and yet…”[/b] Sylas clenched his fists [b]“..And yet I took advantage of that. I knew that it would not be long before the suit’s battery would run out and the wisest action was clearly to return here and give you my report. Yet…. I am sorry…my emotions took the better of me and I ended up straining its capabilities as well as getting involved in something that we know nothing about and most probably do not want anything with. Above all, I was too reckless with your creation and ended up damaging it. I even caused a small conflict between you and your sibling due to my sloppy return… I know it is unforgivable, yet I promise you that I will find a way to make amends for my mistakes last night and something like that will not happen again. “[/b] The wolf took a deep breath. [b]“So, Wulfus-san…”[/b] Sylas then proceeded to lower himself in a seiza sitting position on the floor and then lowered himself even further buy touching the ground with his forehead in a prostration manner. [b]“Yurushite kudasai..”[/b] (Please forgive me) [/center]