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He chuckled softly as she poked his nose, smiling at her as she got up. His hand running along her arm as she moved away. Oh how desperately his body wanted to move with her, follow her out that door and never look back. But he stayed put, watching her leave with a heavy heart but a hopeful future. All he truly wanted was to see her again, and yet he knew this was her best chance.
As soon as she was out of the room, he did something that would make all have their eyes on him in the room. He had disassembled the contraption, holding the sharp needle to his neck, demanding to speak to his father or he would end his life right now. The scientists were all panicking scrambling to find Dexter, but this was the commotion that Jane would need to get out of here.

She went directly to her room, packing the necessary things. She had never been one to overpack, never bringing clothes unless the clothes had a purpose to protect something fragile. She heard the scrambling and commotion, frowning a little at how worried they all seemed. She couldnt let herself be distracted now. She had to go. And yet there was that voice in the back of her head. What would Dexter think? Is this how you appear grateful for being saved? She grit her teeth, leaning a little over the table, closing her eyes. “I dont owe him to throw my whole life away just because he saved me…” she whispered. Wasnt that true? It wasnt like she forced him to save her, he did it all by himself.

Dexter was being drawn out of a meeting, hurrying down the hallway until he ended up in the room with his son. Eugene was still holding the sharp needle to his throat, a cold look in his eyes. He only prayed that this would be enough commotion to let Jane get out in time. He just had to stall. "What is the meaning of this?" Dexter asked, threading carefully forward, not wishing to make his son do anything to hurt himself, "put the syringe down, son." But it seemed not to deter him, gritting his teeth as his bad eye stared at his father with anger. "None of this is helping ... You are stalling and keeping me here, I just know you are," he had to bullshit his way through this, but he was not a good liar. Therefore he drew on the theories he had had swirling around his head, "What do you want for me? You want me to be locked in here until the world ends!?" He was yelling now, the needle scratching his neck and he was bleeding a little.
"My son, you need to calm down, I'm here to help you," he promised Eugene, but Dexter was very much a slithering snake with a tongue as lying as any serpent could be. "Is it really too much to ask for sunlight? To get out and feel fresh air in my hair?" he asked, his eyes watering as he felt so sad that Jane now could get to experience that. He envied her, but also wished she wouldn't take it for granted. "You have had weeks to make a sustainable way for me to get my injection, and yet you keep using this stupid needle in my eye; Do you know how much it hurts? Do you want me to show you?"

“You have to go, you have to go…” she reminded herself, moving off the table, feeling her shoulders tremble. She couldnt panic now, she had to move out that door! She grabbed the bag with shaking hands, a scientist opening the door to make sure there was no secret escape plan going on. She panicked and picked up a thing off the table. She had only been working on it for fun, trying to get a more stable explosion. The scientist tried to grab her but she barely dodged, smacking the thing onto their back as she activated it. The device began ticking and the distraction was enough to let Jane slip out and away. However the device soon exploded, not in a wild manner without the proper amount of gunpowder but blown pieces were falling everywhere, hitting some lose fabric on the floor and other flammable things that were lying around in the mess. Jane however just ran, darting for the exit.

A small fire started in their room after the bomb had went off. It wasn't big at first, but eventually it was noticed, and the scientists were now busy on more than one front. Eugene was still holding the needle to his neck, his father begging him to calm down. It was chaos, and the next thing Eugene knew he had been strapped to the bed, sedated and passing out. He was trying to fight it, but what could he truly do when his body was still healing?

She managed to slip out, but she still felt the panic run over her. The images of Raven on the floor in the building came flooding back and the little human ended up hiding behind the dumpsters rather than her usual spot, hitting her head in frustration. Her new choice of hiding was however what ensured that she wouldnt be caught as someone went right past her to check. She held her breath, flattening out her body, though the shaking wouldnt subside. The scientist ended up giving up, heading back to announce that Jane once again had managed to slip out and away. She eventually got herself back up, leaving to head to her place in The Blocks. She still had so much to do.

Raven had returned to the settlement of kids. Things looked bad, and as she was announced Brock had been the first to wrap his arms around her. She had to almost pry him off so she could greet some of the others, but that was when her eyes met Victor. Had he even slept? He looked starving and had an almost crazed look in his eyes, or perhaps that was just the lack of sleep. "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting," she said, but she didn't have time to focus on the good stuff. No, they needed to act fast, and Raven called to a meeting where she told them of the papers she had read, of everything she had heard at that meeting. She felt almost disgusted still, and she could see a lot of normally brute men get pale as ghosts. "We need a strategy - I don't believe this Prideux guy is behind the leak, but he might be covering it up for someone else," she said, looking around, willing to hear any and all ideas that these, her people, might have.

Brock was the first to show up as soon as it was said that Raven was back and alive. He didnt know where Jane was, why Dove had suddenly disappeared too. If he had lost Raven, he wouldnt have known what to do. “I’ve missed you.” He said as she had pried him off, but then there was Victor.
His leg had been busted in flying debris from the explosion but other than a faint limp, he seemed fine. Relatively fine. He was starved and also had an infection in the leg. By no means was he supposed to stay here in The Blocks and yet he believed he belonged here with his people to the end. Seeing Raven, seeing her look better than ever was unexpected. But somehow he knew without her having to say a thing.
The meeting was called and Victor give little to no reaction to what he heard beside a frown that could mean so many things. “Well, go back to him. Steal as much info as you can. We’ll get you a camera.” One suggested but Victor gave them a look that made them swallow the suggestion. “It’s too dangerous, you should just stay here and help out.” Another suggested, an idea that Victor wasnt shooting down.

Raven felt almost guilty for returning in such good health, but at least she brought some food that she handed to Brock. He would know who needed it the most and she trusted his judgement. She asked about Dove, but no-one seemed to know anything. It wasn't unusual that she didn't check in, perhaps she had gone away with Eugene? And then again, could that girl defy their promise?
Once she had gotten all info out she leaned back, hearing their suggestions. Going back? She didn't like that idea. Sure, the staff was nice, but Samuel had seemed almost possessive. No it wouldn't be safe to go back, and Victor seemed to agree. "My place is here ... If I go back, I might not get out as easily as I did now," she said, looking at Victor, hoping he would back her up. She had already risked her life greatly, why go back if only for pictures. They didn't need evidence to investigate, they weren't the police, and words down here counted as enough.

Brock accepted the basket and went to hand out the food. No one answered about Dove, and Victor seemed to just ignore it completely. However he couldnt ignore that someone was trying to send Raven back into the dangers of the upperclass. It couldnt be safe there with them, he refused to believe that. “Raven’s place is here with the rest of us. Pictures will do jackshit, because none of us can really read anyway.” He pointed out.
“But how will we find out who’s behind the leak?” One asked. Victor sighed. “We will send someone else.” He remarked, his tone raspy as always from his broken vocals. “Raven’s strength is better needed here. The other gangs has been using the blown shipments and now my injury to advance on us. Their drugs reached our streets and I dont want to see our kids high as kites.” He said, making most of the people who wanted Raven to go back quiet down.

Victor spoke and the others listened, and Raven felt grateful for him being there for her. Even though they couldn't always see eye to eye, she knew he had her back. She needed to stay here, reconnect not only with her family but herself as well. "My kids need me right now, you all saw how Brock broke down seeing me, and when Dove sees me I don't know when she'll let go of me," she said, feeling warm inside at the though. Her birds were her everything, and since Jane she had wanted to keep them safe once more. The meeting was dismissed, but Raven stayed back, wanting a word or two with Victor.
Once the door was closed she got to her feet, walking closer to him. "Thank you," she said, and she felt it was quite deserved as well. "How bad is it?" She asked, looking at his leg. If he was limping it wasn't a good sign, right?

It was settled, for now, Raven would stay. Victor just got up without any further additions, walking out to fetch some things. When he returned, the last people were still leaving and when the door closed, he thought he had been alone. She thanked him and he scoffed. “I would have sent you back if matters werent worse here.” He admitted. She asked and looked at his leg, he shrugged. “It’s infected. And the bombs… it’s too like your Jay Bird to annoy me.” He said, rolling up his pant-leg, opening the ointment. “I’ve sent some people out to look after her workshop. The faster we find it, the easier we can destroy all of it.”

He left briefly before returning. Infected? Like hers? She looked as he rolled up his pant leg, sighing at the sight. Taking the ointment out of his hand she squatted down, helping him apply it to the area. It needed more than just an ointment, and she knew who had the medication they needed. But going back would be dangerous, and her and Victor had just agreed that she should stay here. Hearing that they were out looking for Jane's workshop made her hum, making sure she got everything before getting back on her feet. "You need medication, Vic," she sighed, placing the tin down and putting back its lid. Leaning closer she inspected his face, "and you barely sleep." Leaning back she crossed her arms in front of her chest, the necklace visible as it was poking out from the collar of her shirt. She didn't know why she had started wearing it again. Perhaps because it made her feel connected to this place, made her feel connected to Victor and the promises they had made. Breathing out in a sigh she shook her head, "I need to go see Dove ... Do you know where she is?" she asked.

“I need to not have to worry about drugs and starving kids but here we are.” He said to add to the list. He leaned back, feeling the throbbing pain subside for a bit. She inspected his face and he just closed his eyes, shaking his head. “No one else is capable of handling this group of people.” He said with a sigh. Even if it meant he would work himself to death, it had to be done. But at this rate, the infection would probably get him first. The question about Dove made him look away. “Raven just leave it. I dont know where she is now.” He said with a sigh. He was clearly holding back on something.

He was stubborn but the way his leg looked, it wasn't good. No, this was how hers had looked before she had collapsed with fever. And yet she knew better than to argue with a man like him. No, he was set in his ways and would work even if it killed him, which was why she changed the subject. She hadn't seen Dove in a while, not even before leaving for their mission, and she needed to see that red haired girl. She was one of two birds left, even Victor would understand that, but he just dismissed her. Why? "Then we'll find her, she's a clever and strong girl," she said, tilting her head to the side, seeing how Victor was practically dodging her gaze. "Vic, what's going on? What are you not telling me?" If this were to work they had to be honest with one another, "did she do something while I was away? I promise I'll talk with her if that's the case, I just want to see her." She wasn't giving this up. Not now that Victor was avoiding it like the plague.

Find her? That wouldnt be hard, Victor knew exactly where she was. His jaw was trembling and he just kept avoiding her gaze, not wanting to just rip off the bandaid just yet. Even when she asked, he told himself it was better that she didnt know. But she kept asking and asking, speaking as if the poor girl still lived. “She’s dead Raven!” He finally snapped, grasping the armrest, shaking a little from tensing up as it hurt his leg and already exhausted body. “Eugene killed her. I dont know how, he was just apologizing and speaking to her over and over when I arrived. She didnt look hurt but she was gone! Dove is dead and gone so stop asking about her!” He said in a raised voice, his already broken tone barely able to keep up. “I needed you to be focused so I didnt tell you. But Eugene is also gone and I dont know where he went.”

Raven wouldn't stop asking, not when it was about this. Her little nest of birds, her closest friends, those she considered her family. And then she heard what she had thought she would never hear. Dove is dead. Her whole body froze, her eyes staring in to thin air as Victor went on to speak, yelling and yet to her it was all white noise, while still being able to hear some of it. Eugene had done this? But he and Dove had been so close? Nothing made sense, but then it was like it clicked in her head, "you lied to me," she said, her voice showing just how betrayed she felt by this. Whatever excuse Victor had wasn't good enough, and worst of all he had known it before she had headed off. "She's been dead for weeks, and you haven't told me!?" she yelled, her fist slamming down on the table that broke and crumbled beneath her fist. Raven was most dangerous when she was angry, but adding mourning on top of it was a toxic mix. And Victor had felt that before when she had broken his vocal chords, straining them forever.
Her whole body was shaking, tears running down her cheeks as she stepped closer to Victor, "you just wanted to use me." She felt like such a fool! She had thought that maybe her and Victor could have some sort of chance. Maybe not to be together the way they had before, but maybe they could make peace. That was out of the window now. Her hand moved up, grasping around the chain on her neck, ripping it off and leaving burn marks on her skin, but she didn't care. Tossing the necklace on the broken table now on the ground she shook her head, "I'm done ... I've lost two birds now and I'm not sticking around to lose the last," she said, heading for the door. She needed to get to Brock and get out of here.

She got angry and rightfully so but she had to admit that if she had known around the time she was supposed to go through with the mission, she would’ve failed. He lied to her but it had felt so necessary. “Yes.” He just admitted, because he knew he couldnt talk his way out of it. She yelled and broke the table, Victor felt his body tense a little as it recognized the anger. But he was already a dying man, what would she do? Kill him out of mercy? No, she wasnt a killer, they had already settled that ponder. “Partly. But it’s not like I dont care about you.” He argued, but just sighed. She wouldnt hear it either way. Seeing her break the chain he frowned, even more when she threw it on the broken table like he was supposed to look at it and feel bad. “Jane might not be dead.” He said. He was pulling at straws now, anything to keep her from walking out that door. “The copycat theory doesnt add up because the tech isnt outdated or old, no it’s revised and even signed by her.”

He couldn't even deny that he had used her. Who did he think he was? No, she was done with this. Done with being lied to and used for whatever Victor clearly deemed necessary. As she went for the door he heard her talk, but in her mind it was like she couldn't even comprehend it. "If she's alive, I'd rather be with her than any of you," she said, her voice cold, slamming the door after herself so hard that it fell off the hinges and made a loud noise. She headed for the barracks where Brock would be, "c'mon, it's time to go," she told him rather seriously and if he asked for Dove she would tell him the truth. Tell him how they had been lied to, how Victor had kept it from her to continue to use her. "Jane might be out there and Victor is dying - Birds of a feather," she said looking at him to see if he was in and coming with her.

He grit his teeth at her words but had nothing to say. “You will regret leaving!” He assured her through the broken door. Brock was still tending to the kids, giving out the last bits of food as Raven approached him. He frowned at how angry she seemed and couldnt quite understand. But then she explained. And he frowned, looking down with sad eyes. “How did she die?” He asked, because he needed to know. He had always protected her, even when she did what she did, he made sure none of the men would harm her. If Raven told him, he would just nod but be quite visibly angry. The notion that Jane still was alive made him sigh. “Who said that? Jane’s been gone for so long, she might as well be dead.” He argued. Was it just some tactic to make them stay? He however followed. It was just the two of them now.

"Eugene killed her," that was as much as Raven had gathered, gritting her teeth as she felt so stupid for trusting any of these people here. Brock moved with her, and she was happy about that. He had always been loyal, not only to their little flock, but to her as well. She saw him as a little brother, someone she took care of and yet he had grown so strong over the years. Second in command now and she knew he would make sure they were safe even when Raven was as angry as she was right now.
As they walked she spoke about Jane, talking about what Victor had said, but it didn't make sense to her. Why would Jane be responsible for those bombs and how could she have moved around right under their noses? No, it had to be a copycat. "We'll need to find a new place; Victor knows all the places we've been at so far, so perhaps it's time we move closer to Central ... How does Western District sound to you?" Raven would do anything to have them get away from here, even if it meant working jobs she wasn't fond of. She was a pretty girl, and that prettiness could bring them in some money. Besides when it was just the two of them now, it wouldn't take too much money to feed them.

“I dont care where we go. I feel bad for the kids here though. We are leaving them behind arent we?” He asked, glancig back with a sad frown. It wasnt the kids’ fault that Victor was a horrible liar, why did they have to suffer for it then? He shook the thought out of his mind. “Jane had that house in The Blocks where she used to hide? We can take a look, see if it’s empty and safe?” he suggested. They couldnt just head directly to Western could they? What if Victor had people heading their way right now? He felt paranoid and it showed.

"I can't take them with me, but I won't leave them, not completely," she said. No, the kids were better off here for now, where they were protected. Raven couldn't protect them all, not before she had set up a base somewhere, maybe then they could go back for some of those who could survive the trip. The mention of the house made her hum. It could be viable, but she worried that the fumes there were too bad. "We can go check it out, but if the fumes are too close we are better off sleeping down in the Pipes," she told him. They had slept in the pipes before in some of the abandoned stations, but she feared that it wouldn't be safe either way. "Do you know the way to that house? I mean you two were close," she said. She knew Brock had had a crush on Jane, even though to begin with the two had been fighting mostly, it was so clear that the thickheaded guy had caught feelings.

Okay, he could live with leaving them tempoarily. But the way things were going and Victor’s declining health, there was no saying how it would look in a couple of months, if they even got that long. “We’ll see.” He shrugged. If the fumes were bad he wouldnt want to stick around either. He hummed at her question but then grit his teeth a little. “She hugged and kissed me up until that guy showed up. Then she completely changed. Sometimes I even wonder if she just used me to remember him.” He said with a sour expression, leading the way as they headed for the house. He loved Jane, there was no way around it. That was why he was even angrier that the guy she had liked had somehow been the cause of Dove’s death. Because if he hadnt shown up, had everything that happened then really happened? Not if you asked Brock.

He felt used. Raven knew that feeling, but even she couldn't say what Jane had felt. And now it was too late to ask. "At least we have each other," she reminded him, reaching up to mess with his hair a little. Some things just couldn't be changed, not if you asked Raven, and she would always find an excuse to mess with Brock's hair. He showed the way, and she felt her heart beat a little faster. The blocks weren't safe, and with Victor's guys out looking for Jane's old workshop they could be anywhere. "Keep eyes and ears open," although she knew she didn't have to remind him, it was just something she did out of habit. It felt like there were eyes on them everywhere and it only worsened as they got closer to the house.

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