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[b][color=black]Time:[/color][/b][color=gray]Afternoon[/color]
[b][color=black]Location:[/color][/b][color=gray]Operation Humanity[/color]
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Angel had been focused on hearing what was being said between the father and son when Sean crept up on her, so she had jumped in reaction, startled. She glanced at him as she regained her composure, answering, [color=B72B26]"I  don't know what even happened to be honest. Trying to get the four-one-one now."[/color] After stepping to the side, she gestured for him to join in on eavesdropping. [color=B72B26]"I know you are pretty straight-edge and all, but you're welcome to listen for yourself."[/color] 

However, it did not seem to even be necessary for Sean to press his ear to the door as the conversation became loud in volume quite fast. She caught on to that Nikolaus had also gone off-grounds today and had run into Drake. Angel made a face at that idea. She had snuck off so much in the last year and the art gallery had been the only time she had ever run into that thing. Nikolaus snuck out finally for whatever reason and easily came across him in a personal setting. 

She focused more intently as she heard her name get mumbled. Nikolaus was luckily nice and clear for her to understand. Trotter was blaming her and Remy, which was no surprise. They had become the go-to scapegoats of the HQ. At every school, when a fire alarm would go off, one kid's name always would arise to mind as the culprit in everyone's head. Angel and Remy were those kids here. What was surprising was Nikolaus's defense of them and that he apparently wasn't even allowed near her. It got better the more Nikolaus went on, especially when he finally told him to go screw himself. 


[color=B72B26][i]It's about time someone said it.[/i][/color]

Trotter replied predictably, the point of Nikolaus's words flying above his head like a game of monkey-in-the-middle. The subject at hand didn't matter: this was just a frustrated son wanting his father to be his father and a father who wanted his son to be his perfect soldier regardless of what the son actually wanted. Angel wished she could knock sense into Trotter. She would have given anything to keep her father alive and in her life, and he hadn't been perfect either. Her father had put similarly too much expectations on Noah and the two often butted heads, but she knew from Noah's expression as they had sat in that cage that he would have done anything to hear their dad's voice again. If either of the two knew what it was like to lose each other for good, this conversation would had never happened.

Angel let go of her thoughts before it became too much of a trip down memory lane. She listened as the man tried to give up on the conversation and cut it off on the point that Niko was covering for Angel, which she did not understand why he thought Nikolaus would put that much effort into her. The two barely talked anymore and she figured he wouldn't care whether or not she got in trouble.

[color=A2ADD3][i]”Blame Angel one more time...and I will make sure that the trip to Alexei’s look like a fucking field trip.”[/i][/color]

[color=B72B26]"Yow... Wow. Okay." [/color] Angel reacted in shock and looked at Sean as the situation got worse, escalating to Nikolaus comparing Trotter to Drake. [color=B72B26]"He's a dead man."[/color] She said, only exaggerating a little. Trotter always got heated when it came to Drake, the two being as sworn enemies as Batman and Joker. Angel had to wonder if Nikolaus was suicidal making this type of move. She clenched her fists and said to Sean, [color=B72B26]"Okay. I'm doing it. You can have my laptop if I die."[/color]

Angel pushed open the door and moved over to the bedside to sit on it. Her first impulse was to meddle and give Trotter an earful, but the sound of Nikolaus's rising blood pressure convinced her to just change the topic. She also decided at that moment to not reveal she had been eavesdropping.[color=B72B26]"Remy's missing."[/color] She proclaimed. This was important and an emergency anyhow.

Apparently, the statement was a conversation killer. The room got real quiet. She wondered if Sean was going to barge in too; it would definitely make things less awkward for her. Nikolaus finally spoke up and she glanced at him. He was badly bruised and looked like he had most definitely bruised up his rib. Her gaze traveled to the blood on the floor and then back up at him. Her expression softened, but she couldn't find the words to express what she felt. Nikolaus was arguably a better fighter than she was; he had to have been ambushed badly.

Trotter cleared his throat to get their attention and asked, [color=lightblue]"When was the last time you saw her?"[/color]

She glanced backward at him, [color=B72B26]"This morning. She went to the dump and I went to go pick her up and she wasn't there. Came back here this afternoon and haven't seen her here since. I know you chipped us so go track her."[/color] Her tone got rather intense without her necessarily meaning for it to. The idea of Remy being gone put her on edge and as had listening to that argument.

[color=lightblue]"Don't take that tone with me, Angel. You two are not to leave the headquarters. I will look into Remy's location immediately. I need to have a meeting with you two later regarding what your privileges here are. Let this be a lesson that you cannot just go about the town as others can. You are gifted, like it or not and they will target you. "[/color]He stated, turning away from them as he spoke. Angel had rolled her eyes at his first statement, but she picked up on pretty quickly that Trotter himself seemed even more on edge after hearing that Remy was missing. She glanced toward the door, and perhaps that was her mistake as he followed her gaze and noticed Sean.


[color=lightblue]"Mr. Stone. Care to join us? Impeccable timing. You will watch that these two remain put tonight. Notify me immediately otherwise."[/color] Trotter addressed Sean, turning to face the doorway.






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