An hour or two later, Cipher watched with lazy, tired eyes as Michel managed to fend off the last of the few men he had chosen. Satisfied, she looked over and nodded at Henry who nodded in return and made the call.

[color=orange]"Alright! That plenty. You pass, my boy."[/color] Henry called out, smiling once again. He began his decent down the ramp and towards the door. On his way out, he pressed a small black button on the door that didn't seem to do much. [color=orange]"I'll see you when you're feeling better, Michel."[/color] Henry spoke as he left, the door closing soft behind him.

Cipher straightened up and scratched the back of her head as she yawned and walked down the ramp as well. Michel, by now was barely standing, watching everything go on around him, or maybe not. Maybe he wasn't comprehending anything going on around him. As Cipher walked to the exit, a team of nurses in white coats ran in, some going to Michel, others going to the fighters. She turned to look back at Michel as the nurses took are of him. At this point, he was out like a light, leaning against a female nurse. 

A small smirk grew on Cipher's lips as she pulled out a cigarette and lit it, pulling it to her lips to take a puff, and she was out the door, back towards the car. She knew where they were taking him and she knew they'd get him there safely. She just had a small job to do before going to visit him in the hospital. Something Henry had whispered to her earlier. It was simple and would only take her until the morning. 

[color=darkgray][i]Till then, Princess.[/i][/color]


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When Michel woke up, he would find himself in a white-washed hospital-looking room with machines surrounding him and Cipher sleeping in a chair in the corner, small cuts on her face.