Going though the building Lyric hadn’t expected to be put through another transporter, but that ended up being the case. She was getting tired of these things and how secure they were. But she didn’t linger on it, as the strange room they wound up in had her interested. It seemed as though it went on forever and she wanted to know how it worked. Was it an illusion, or possible just that expansive?
There was no time to dwell on it as Black explained how this training session would hash out. It was all incredibly realistic and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. Being shot was no joke, even if it was just the pain with no other complications. He was off to get started before he mentioned she had four minutes to ready herself. Groaning, she rushed toward the door. There were all sorts of firearms to choose from. Considering he never gave her a limitation she picked out two. The rifle she was hoping for and a small sidearm for if anything got too close for comfort. Lyric then loaded up on as much ammunition as she dared. Sure, it was important, but it was also loud if you weren’t careful. And this was, in part, a game of stealth.
All in all, she had probably spent less than sixty seconds with her choice, and then bolted out into the materializing world. She severely hoped this place was randomized. The woman was already at a disadvantage not having spent as much time in this kind of cityscape, but if he knew the layout beforehand the disparity between them would only widen.
Taking deep breaths as she ran through the streets, Lyric did her best to keep level headed. It was difficult because she have a very poor sense of time. Her ears were listening out for the sound of gunfire to announce that the exercise had officially started, but she had no idea if that would be in a few seconds or a few minutes. It was anxiety inducing, but that was kind of the point if this was meant to replicate a war zone.
She knew she wanted to get up someplace tall, but she also needed an escape route. It was a while before she found something that looked suitable. It was a large, many windowed building, she assumed it must have been some sort of apartment complex. There were fire escapes all over the thing, and several surrounding buildings of similar height. So she would be able to spread out some and not make it too obvious where she was, while having a viable option to leave if needed. Entering the building, she dashed up to the top. As she was climbing to the roof from the top floor, she heard the familiar crack of gunpowder in the distance and knew it was time to begin.
Simultaneously, blue and red figures littered the playing field. Lyric quickly checked her immediate surroundings to see if any had spawned there, but the rooftop was clear. She set herself up, watching the colorful humanoids dart around on the ground level. This situation would have been considerably improved with a scope and silencer, but those were not an option when she looked through the gun closet. Lyric would need to make due. Taking her time to steady her aim, she pulled the trigger. Hitting her mark, the hologram fell to pieces on the ground and the surrounding blue figures scattered. It was too bad; she had hoped they were not programmed for self-preservation. Even so, she managed to knock out another one as it fled. Sighing, she knew Black would have heard her, and it wouldn’t take him long to track her down, considering she didn’t plan on leaving this area for some time. But that came down to how he wanted to play. Would he be out to hunt her as soon as possible, or get some practice with the holograms first? She wouldn’t know until he started shooting again.
[b “Of course. How can I forget that you’re such an honest law abiding citizen. Why, that’s precisely why you joined up with a rebellion. To help others obey the law..”] The playful banter wasn’t something he’d normally go along with. But if she was going to be such a smart ass than why not go along with the playful banter? As she continued on with what she had to say, he simply nodded his head hearing that she was more experience with a rifle than a handgun. Personally he never enjoyed those things; he enjoyed the simplicity of the handgun and its power. Pulling into the privately owned gun-range facility a thin smirk filled his face as he head out and began to prep for this evening’s practice.
As soon as they got into their own personal space, the male looked the rebel over with keen eyes. In truth, most people would advise against him giving her live ammunition. How’d stupid would he be to give her a chance to fill him with her own personal vengeance and hatred? But seeing as military personnel were also armed and walking around in this personal facility it would be [i equally] as stupid for her to try and aim to kill him. Nevertheless, it matter not to him. The place which they were going required a used of a transporter, and so, as he headed towards the transporter he simply looked at her and pressed a few buttons and instantly they were in another room.
An empty white space surrounded them and it seemed to go on for miles upon end. Not only did it seemed to expand in front and behind, above head the ceiling made it seem as if they were outside again. In truth, they were underground the very city itself. Far below the slums and poverty stricken streets which Lyric was used to walking before the rebellion, of that he was sure. Turning towards the woman he spoke again. [b “You’re probably wondering if I’ll give you live ammunition? The answer to that question is yes, and no.”] Sweeping his hands across the vast field of nothingness he spoke softly. [b “We’re currently underground the city In a tightly seal military training room. This, is what the military police use to practice and… it’s where I had one of my exams at during school..”] Turning towards her he quickly washed those memories away before he moved on to explain what was happening..
[b “We’ll be doing a thirty minute long-exercise. In precisely ten minutes, this room will change to look as if we’re in the middle of a city during a war zone. Think of it as a game, of sorts.. Since you’re on the rebel side, your job will be to kill as many blue holographic figures you see.. While I, seeing as I’m working on the military aspect of things, will try and shoot as many red figures as I see..”]
Stepping backwards, he watched as a holographic door appear. Grabbing the handle, he pushed it open and reached forward what look like a hand-gun. The moment he touched it, it turned solid and he grinned. Cocking it, he pointed it at the sky and spoke [b “These holograms become solid upon human contact. So, if you get shot, you won’t die.. But you’ll feel the pain of the real bullet hitting your skin.. Just as you’re feel the real recoiler of a gun and weight of the bullet. Since this is prep to be just like the real word, all the ammunition you get from this here door, will be all that you can use during the thirty minute simulation.”]
Nodding his head he looked at her and slowly began to step away. All around them, buildings where beginning to materialize seemingly out of nowhere. The sound of disembodied voices filled up the streets and soon, Black was moving further and further away from the woman.. Turning around he shouted. [b “I’ll give a shot off once the simulation begins.. It ends once one of us shoots the other, is shot, or the time ends.. By the way, you only have four minutes to choose your weapon before that door disappears..”]
And with that the male was off running into the city to prepare for the beginning of what was about to be an intense training session..
Making a disgruntled noise, she knew that was the answer she was looking for but she half hoped he would leave her behind. What was worse was that it was her own fault. Shrugging, she smirked somewhat playfully. [b “If I had the money to bet, I’d say it was your dear friend Maria.”] The fact that it was a half-truth made it all the funnier. The story, as they both knew, started with Lyric, but the only reason it got any traction whatsoever was due to the Kyle’s. Despite the humor she found in the situation, the thin woman was a little disappointed that it wasn’t flustering his usual flat demeanor this time. Breaking his composure had been most the fun of it, and the intended affect.
Noting the time that she had, Lyric didn’t dilly-dally like before. She was showered and dressed to go out in half the time allotted. She spent the rest lying in bed, her mind running over the plan that had been given to her weeks before. Perhaps if she got all the visualization and worrying out now she might be able to rest tonight. It was a long shot, but it was better than nothing.
When the time came, she met Black at the exit. Even though she said she didn’t want to leave, it was refreshing to be out of the apartment. Just because the thing was huge, didn’t mean it couldn’t feel stuffy after too long. While there weren’t any guards accompanying them, the pair passed them in the hall going to the garage. It was the same man that she’d swiped the badge from. He glared at her and she stuck her tongue out at him in return, just before she was out of sight so she didn’t have to see his retaliation.
Mildly surprised to see Black taking the driver’s seat, Lyric sat in the front as well. The car was different. At least not the standard issue thing he’d been toted around in before. Inside was plush, but she doubted it was any less sturdy than the others. He wasn’t the type to get shot on his day off because he wanted to drive a nice car.
The thought was interrupted when he mentioned her experience with firearms. [b “No sir,”] The thick layer of sarcasm coating her words left it clear he was correct. Still, she was having fun with the bit of banter. [b “As a civilian, that would be a crime. And you know how I love my place as a law abiding citizen.”] Giving it a moment, she eventually dropped the charade and elaborated. [b “I’ve got more experience with rifles, but I can shoot handguns pretty alright.”] Lyric had shot one of his guards that night she got loose, but his body armor had stopped her from doing any real damage. It was a shame, considering all the trouble she got into anyway.
Arriving at the firing range, she was almost astonished that he didn’t have one of these in his house as well. But with how empty and well built this one was she wouldn’t be surprised if Black had some sort of claim on it. In the end that didn’t really matter, what she was actually excited for was soon to come. Was this man brave, or rather stupid enough to hand her a loaded gun? Even though she had no plans to shoot him today, she very much doubted that was going to happen. Perhaps he had a toy inside he might attempt to train her with.
Was it wierd that he felt a sense of pride in how quickly she was getting the handle on all the things which he was teaching her? Pushing aside the feeling of being a some waht satisfies tasked maker, he grabbed hold of a towel and began wiping the sweat from his face. Of course now all that was left was showering and than getting in some gun practice before going over the security check. Squeezing the back of his neck he rolled it to the left than right before turning to look at the young lady with cool black eyes and a thin grin. Tossing the towel aside, he walked towards her and stood with hands before in pocket.
In truth that was something which he himself hadn't even had time to ponder. The yearly speech was always such a hassle to do; just as the ball was when he waa first to go because the Supreme leader was interested in meeting Lyric in person. Running digits through black silk, the male spoke slowly and carefully considering things. Making a sharp call he spoke up suddenly. [b "Yes. Our supreme leader is giving her state address once more."] Walking pass her, he turned his head back towards her and spoke again. [b "And yes you are. Sinnce someone spread a few rumors about me having a... pleasure Mate... I think it would be odd for me not to bring her along with me during public events. But I am curious as to who, exactly, started such talk."] He spoke turning his eyes towards her.
[b Shower, dress, and report to me in one hour.] With that Order Black walked out of the training room and head towards his own room in order to prepare fore the day ahead..
Stepping out after cleaning himself off, Firm hands began to tug at his own uniform before he grabbed hold of his car key and tossed them upwards into the air. When he told her that he'd be dragging her everywhere on his off day it wasn't something which he'd been exaggerating..He meant it perfectly well that she'd be doing everything and anything he would be. Reaching for his own own standard issue handgun and rounds of ammunition, he made his way down stairs towards the telaporter and let out waited for the girl to arrive.
In truth, it had been a while since he drove his own car. It was something which one would consider a luxury car, even by wealthy elite standards. Gun proof windows and sleek silver with to boot. It was still new considering how rarely he used it in the past two years since he got it. Pulling out of the garage he turned towards her and spoke [b "You've obviously shot a gun."]
As much as she wanted to overcome this obstacle, Lyric knew she would only continue to be disappointed by slow progress. And so she agreed to move on to another, more defensive, style of combat. Although she wouldn’t admit it, the rebel woman was impressed he was able to glean so much from such a short series of moves. Even if he had been repeating them for a while. [b “It’s all I’ve ever been taught how to do.”] She sighed, not really caring to admit that. But it was fairly obvious he had caught on.
Everything flowed more smoothly from then on out. She was able to copy his instructions to a tee, without him having to go over it a second time. It was surprising she hadn’t learned many of these techniques already. Thinking on it, a lot of the training done in rebel ranks was offensive. People like her, who were taught more defensively, were never the focus. It was a shame, and when she returned back to them she would have to share the knowledge she’d gathered. This spark of hope for the future put her in a rather good mood. Lyric was smiling to herself by the end of the sparing session. The pair was stretching out again, this time she took it at a regular pace and completed her cool down about the same Black did.
Despite there not being a whole lot of aerobics involved with the work out, Lyric was ready for a shower. The only problem was that she was unsure if he planned on dragging her around for the rest of the day. It was supposedly his day off, but the teal haired woman kind of doubted he would be doing a whole lot of sitting around. Resisting the urge to ask if he needed her for anything else, she quietly headed for the door in hopes that he wouldn’t call her back. It was going well until she remembered that she needed more information about tomorrow’s event. Stopping short of the door, she internally groaned. This was the perfect time to bring something like that up, and a chance she hadn’t thought she would get.
Turning back around, she faced the dark man once more. [b “So… I heard your dogs talking. There is some sort of event going on tomorrow, right?”] She knew full and well what it was, but he didn’t need to know she was privy to that. Time was basically an illusion stuck in this house, and while she had heard his guards talk about something they never spilled what it was. [b “It’s not something you plan on dragging me to, correct?”] She didn’t feel the question was out of character. The woman had pretty clearly not been a fan of the last time she was pulled into one of these events. That gala had just been an excuse for the wealthy to flaunt their money, and she was sure there would be people like that attending Lillie’s speech too.
It came to him no surprise at how adapt she was at learning. The first throw went exactly as he had thought it would, no even better.. In mere minutes he was flat on his back, only problem occurred during the last second. There was a moment's hesitation when she tried to executed the choke hold around his neck. A thin smirk formed upon his face as he heard tell him to do it again. To which he obliged and the process repeated over and over and over again. Each time there was a moments hesitation which couldn’t be overcome to properly execute it the way he’d hope she would.
Laying downward with his face upwards Black closed his eyes exhaling and inhaling. Memories of the past exercises played backwards behind closed eyelids and he his hands drummed upon the padded floor as he hummed to himself. Overcoming problems was the duty of a tactician and helping a student master a skill to the best of their abilities was the role of a teacher. Whether or gentle push or pull in the right direction was needed was determined by the actions of the pupil. For a long moment he sat there in silence, it wasn’t even noon yet, and so there was no need to rush the hand to hand sparring session.
Opening up his eyes slowly he move to sit up and looked at her behind mahogany orbs. [i “You were never taught to follow through? But to hit fast and get out?”] It was an assumption he could tell by the way she hesitated every time. Standing up, he moved to dust himself off and slowly looked at her. [i “If that’s all then, I’ll just change from teaching you offensive attacks to defensives..”] With that he slowly began teaching her.
Breaking down a series of maneuvers and escape techniques, he slowly locked her throw how to escape a headlock, or being tackled to the ground by an opponent, and other things. Manipulating her body, he carefully showed her how to turn the tide against opponents, aiming for joins and pressure points before moving to escape her. Pressing her fist against one of his pressure points, he spoke softly, [b “I think this would suite your style of fighting base. Strike hard, fast, and than escape them..”] Letting go of her hand, he step back and rubbed the back of his neck.
[b “Now, anything you’d like to go over again?”]
Lyric paid close attention, despite not wanting to be here there was no harm in getting better at close quarters fighting. In fact it would have helped her a week or two ago when she made her attempted getaway. Paired with the fact that she was going to be trying to lure him into a trap tomorrow, it might be nice to know what kind of moves he has up his sleeve.
Soon enough she was indeed flat on her back, the caveat being that Black was on top of her. Each of his movements leading up to that point had been deliberate so that she could follow them easily, before this moment she wouldn’t have pegged him as a teacher. But there it was. Taking his hand she was brought to her feet while he gave her one final run down and added a knife to the mix.
Lyric was no stranger to throws. It was the second-stage locking bit that that worried her. In her training, she’d been taught to down enemies then flee. After all, she was not built for drawn out close combat, or so she’d always been told. That being said, the woman moved quickly when Black moved toward her. Her arm was snaked around him in a fraction of a second, and in that time again she had his feet from beneath him. However there was a moment of hesitation before she followed him to the floor. Frowning, she was irritated with herself. Still, she went through the rest of the motions. Wrapping her other arm around him so that she created the same lock he had used on her.
Holding the position no longer than he had with her, she stood where she was still straddling him. The dark eyed woman didn’t have to wait to hear it was unsatisfactory. She knew where she messed up. [b “Again.”] The word was charged with her displeasure as she helped Black to his feet.
They ran the take down several more times, but she couldn’t quite get rid of the second of reluctance. Years of her prior training had the next step deeply ingrained in her and it was not to follow through. Lyric found it maddeningly frustrating. The irritation, however, gave her a supreme sense of focus. It allowed her to block out everything else. She might as well have been practicing this back with her fellow rebels. Still that wasn’t enough to override her problem.
After throwing him to the ground for the umpteenth time, Lyric didn’t follow through after the pause. She stood and took a step back, letting out an exasperated, [b “For fuck’s sake…”] It was just embarrassing at this point.
With one arm crossed against her stomach, she brought her other hand up to push back her wild hair. After it was out of the way, she let her thumb and forefingers sit on either side of her brow. The woman knew full well that getting frustrated didn’t help anything, so she closed her eyes and took in deep breaths. This helped to calm her back down, but it would do nothing for the source of her issue.
Noticing her stance, he nodded his head in approval as he moved to get ready to show her the first of many throws. Placing the back of his hand closer to her, the male spoke again. [i “The most important thing about throwing someone isn’t about how much muscle you put into it. But flow and using their weight against them.. Now, the first move is simply a sweep of the leg and a block. It’s useful when you’re unarmed and the other person has a knife of a gun.”] The moment he was done explaining it, was the moment he moved in for the “kill.”
Moving under her right arm to the aside, his right arm came quickly around her shoulder, while, his leg moved behind her one of hers to kick it off of her. A “throw” wasn’t an accurate name for it, it was more like a take down mix with a joint lock, however it didn’t really matter. Falling atop of her, he brought his other arm behind her to grab his other wrist and squeezed to apply pressure on her throat using his forearm. Holding it there for a few seconds, he soon let go and hopped to his feet, before he took her hand and pulled her upwards.
[b “Now, as you can see, it’s more of a tack down with ends in a pressure lock..”] Reaching inside his pocket, he pulled out what looked like to be a cellphone, and pressed a few buttons. Pretty soon a greenish knife appeared beside his foot. Placing the cellphone back into his pocket, he picked up the knife and tossed it the air. [b “This is mostly for visual purposes.. I’m going to try and stab you with the knife, and you’ll use the take down I show you. Remember, one arm wraps around my shoulder to disable me from striking down, you’ll leg will come underneath to sweep me off my feet, and the other arm comes around so that you can connect the two and squeeze to apply pressure forcing me to submit.. It’s a rather easy concept.. However, we won’t stop till I feel like you’ve gotten it down..”]
With that, he tossed the dagger and he prepared his stance. [b “Most knife attacks won’t happen like this, so this is more useful when someone’s trying to throw a punch at you.. But, you know, a knife is much more visible than a fist..”]
With that he moved to strike her.
Listening carefully, Lyric noted what she was in for. It didn’t sound too bad, but there was also the chance that she was underestimating his idea of practical. Not to be caught off guard she prepped for the worst. Growing more and more nervous about it, the rush she got from that anxiety peaked when he held his hand out to her. The soft tone of his voice and somewhat playful nature of his comment had the opposite affect though. It calmed her somehow, which in and of itself was alarming. The woman made a fairly unattractive face due to both the unsettling nature of what was happening and his comment to her lack of choice.
Walking over to Marcus, her footsteps seemed silent against the padded floor. What little sound that was created seemed to be absorbed into the room before it reached her ears. The distance between them wasn’t much as she drew near, but she kept her eyes skeptically trained on the hand he offered toward her. Even when she was within reaching distance she didn’t take it. She could already tell this was going to get more up close and personal than she wanted, so she kept her space for as long as possible.
Keeping her feet squared without going into a full hand-to-hand stance, she finally called back to him. [b “Ready whenever you are.”] As though he hadn’t been waiting on her this entire morning. Honestly, with how obnoxious she’d been, Lyric wouldn’t be surprised if he flipped her off her feet right now. That being said, if he did that meant she would get a shot at it too. And while she didn’t expect him to make it easy for her, she was going to give it her damnedest to have him flat on his ass by the end of this.
Her youthful optimism in the rebellion being able to bring down the current government was something Black noted. Many people had had similar motives, and oftentimes, other’s paid the price for it. Keeping the past to himself, hands slide into his pocket as he moved towards the training room. This was something which he often didn’t have a chance to use, and it was a shame. Martial arts was something he’d been a lover of ever since he’d saw his first action movie. As childish as that sound, a simply curiosity as to the art of fighting, was what would lead him into the military. That and he never had the discipline to sit down and study just as many in his family had. Leaning against the wall he watched the young rebel woman as she got to work on doing her own warm-up routine. Rolling his eyes, he turned around and stretched himself out into a plank, before flipping himself over onto a handstand. Closing his eyes, he stayed balance on his hands for quite some time before dipping down and going back up. Repeating the process six to eight more times, he soon fell over and landed atop of his feet before stretching himself out.
“I warm up using calisthenics. Since my goal is to be lean and flexible in order to move efficiently I find using my own body weight helps accomplish said goal.”
It was a straightforward and honest answer. Twisting his torso from side to side, he soon moved on to a round of burpees. Each time he did so, he moved as quick as he could. Never slowing and having a certain intensity to his movements before he slowed and and began to stretch out his arms before moving down to his legs.. Twisting his torso from side to side, he placed one hand to his neck and began to pop it. “Each warm up is different depending on my mood.. This room may look plan, but there’s a controller that allows me to add solid holograms in the room. After that, I start my men off working on throws and unarming techniques. Practical stuff I learned back when I was a member of the police force.”
Holding a hand out towards her he spoke softly. “Come, Sawyer, I show you first so that way youc an practice them on me. Not that you have much of a choice.”
In response to his question about the city she spoke dully. [b “Not reliably. Most of what I’ve heard sounded riddled with propaganda, so I didn’t take it to heart.”] On top of that, Lyric was not curious enough to look into the history herself. Despite that fact, he seemed content enough to tell her about it. Still, with nothing better to do, she listened. It was better than sitting in silence, and god forbid she have to hold up an actual conversation with the man.
As he went on his sense of self-importance seemed to make sense. It came with the territory of long lineages, at least in everyone she had met from one. She was also somewhat curious why he had gone with the military route when so many before him hadn’t. But her mind didn’t linger there. At his mention of the supreme leader she shuddered. Her apparent immortality was unnerving. [b “I knew there was a reason that lady creeps me out…”] The comment was made under her breath.
Lyric jumped a tad when he closed the thick tome. It had startled her, and brought her attention fully on the man across the room. This was most likely his intention as the conversation became more involved. [b “Look… I’ve barely seen anything within this sphere. That makes it hard to yearn for more, especially what lies beyond the wall. Sure I am curious, but sometimes that isn’t enough.”] Freedom was a very enticing option and she doubted that would come with a military expedition.
Pausing a moment, her expression hardened, eyes cold on his dark figure. [b “And you are right, one day my faith in the rebellion will be gone… but it won’t be because you snuffed it out. It will be because we won.”] He was correct in saying that hope was never really gone. That was why she knew, even if things went south for them, another faction would rise from the ashes. No corrupt regime lasted forever. [b “But thanks for your concern.”]
Meticulously slow in everything she did, especially went given direct orders. She would have thought he would be done with her after cleaning up was finished. This was however not the case. His smile told her exactly what was next and Lyric was not looking forward to it. Wrinkling her brow she meandered to the sparing room. It was a plain sort of room with little equipment.
The LED lights clicked on when they opened the door. They were bright to counteract that the room had no windows. Thick padded flooring was laid down in sections. Her guess is that they could be removed for cleaning when needed. All in all, the facility was nice. Regardless she had no desire to be there.
Her sluggish streak continued when she started stretching. She worked down her body slowly until she was at her legs. Sitting on the floor with one leg out, she grabbed her foot and brought her head down near her knee. [b “So, what’s your normal routine?”] Lyric wanted to know what she was in for. They trained pretty hard for the resistance, but she was somewhat out of practice now. That and Thorn was basically a drill sergeant with his men. It was hard to imagine he would be any softer on himself. At least not with how he was build.
As the pair headed into his office the first thing the male did was reached for the nearest book and tossed it unto the floor. In truth, he’d remember perfectly where everything went, and the task of cleaning the office would’ve been a hour’s worth of time. But he saw no reason in having his little “prisoner” sit around and do nothing the whole day whilst he had to arrange everything which she had messed up. Once a the pile of books had gotten bigger, he found himself beginning to stack the builds in neat rows ten high. Some of these books were ancient histories, others journals which his grandfather and great grandfather had written in. As he reached for the one of the books, he dusted it off before he spoke to Lyric. [i “Have you ever heard the history of how this city was built?”]
It came off as nothing more than a casual question. Reaching for a leather bound book, the male open it before blowing off the dust atop of it. [i “I come from a long line of scientists believe it or not. Most of my men in my family aren’t much for brawn. I’m the first one in my family who went the military route.. All of these books…. Are dairies, hand-written accounts of the history of this city build by men of the Thorn clan and those who were close to us.. And yet, the strangest thing is.. Our supreme commander.. Has been there since the very beginning. Never aging. Never changing..”]
Snapping the book shut he pushed it unto the shelf and began to speak again. [i “I seriously want you to consider exploring the outside world with us.. Not because I’m forcing you into this, but because you want to see for yourself what life is out.. Outside of this sphere which was created out of necessity.. Whatever faith you have in the rebellion.. Will one day soon be snuffed out. And when the light you cling to darkens.. I don’t want you feeling as if hope is lost. Hope will always be. It simply isn’t in the place you think it is..”] With that Black turned silent and focus on the task at hand.
Setting a stack of books down on the desk in front of Lyric, he stood up before he began to roll his shoulders back and forth. [b “These go on bottom shelf Z.”] He spoke pointing towards the last shelf. At the end of it all, almost two hours had pass. Whether it was because of Lyric’s stubbornness, or Black’s getting lost and staring at the handwritten pages or the combination of both, he really wasn’t sure. Reaching inside of his pocket, he pulled out a piece of paper and scratched off the first item on his list. Looking at he he smiled.
[s [i clean office.] ]
[i Hand to hand training.]
[i Safety checking the parameter for tomorrow's meeting]
[i visiting the supreme commander.]
Dark eyes cracking open at the sound of Marcus’ firm fist on the door, she had half a mind to ignore him and go back to sleep. But the other half of her mind, the part that was actually awake, knew that wasn’t a viable option. Just as she was sighing into the pillow she heard him call through the thick door. The words were somewhat muffled, but his clear voice came through distinctly. Lyric sighed again. She didn’t really want to spend more time with him than she had to, although it hadn’t really been an issue before this point.
Dragging herself up out of bed, she quickly threw on something more substantial than her underwear she’d been sleeping in. A pair of capris and a tight fitted long sleeved shirt did the job just fine. She found it funny that he didn’t mention the living area. Personally she thought it looked better how she arranged it, but maybe he was just picking his battles.
Opening the door, she was caught off guard by his informal attire. The idea of him almost being a normal human being instead of some military machine made her a little uncomfortable, but she shook the feeling quickly. Either way she wasn’t too happy that he was going to be dragging her along for the ride today. [b “You realize having me around will only going to make things take longer, right? I don’t remember where most of that stuff originally was.”] Well, at least the papers and books. The furniture was kind of hard to forget, even if she had been drunk off her ass that night. There was also a bit of solace in knowing he would be wasting his time having to micro manage her. She planned to move as slowly as possible, half to be a nuisance, and half because she wasn’t keen on training hand-to-hand with him. It kind of seemed like an excuse to knock someone around. Didn’t he have other minions for that? Sighing, she kept to her thoughts as the pair made their way across the house.
Walking into the office, it looked as though it hadn’t been touched since she was in there a couple of weeks ago. Going off of that, it seemed like he didn’t really need anything in here. Lyric definitely thought it was a waste to spend a bunch of time fixing it if he wasn’t ever going to use the space, but she kept that to herself. Instead she busied herself slowly scooting his desk back to where it had been.
She was dead set on being an inconvenience to him wasn’t she?
In the passing of days he’d been so occupied with making sure that the guards were up to snuff with their hand to hand combat and their security measures used to ensure that the supreme one would be safe during the speech, that he’d hardly the time to look at the office which he soon found had been arrange without his consent. Stroking the beard that was around his face, clear hazelnut eyes stared at the unorganized ‘mess’ which she’d made and a thin smirk formed upon his face. Tomorrow was the first off day he truly had in several months and it just so happen to be the day before the speech was suppose to take place so he’d would have the final win in this matter.
It was an two hours before dawn when the male stood before the door which led to the room Lyric had claimed. Just the night before he’d dismissed all the guards and told them to leave him be on his off day. He truly intended to enjoy it the best he could. Part of it would be reorganizing everything that he could with the help of his suppose pet, and the other part would be getting in some hand to hand training by himself undisturbed where he wouldn’t have to hold himself back. Several heavy thuds landed upon the door as Marcus Thorn stood awaiting for his charge to awaken from her sleep. Placing a hand in his pocket the male let out a yawn as he was dress rather casually.
Instead of the usual military black and dress shoes. He sported a tight undershirt which clung to his body accenting the muscle he wore. Along with it where shorts that fit snuggle and showed off his legs which had been tightly tone. Barefoot-aside from black socks-this was as casually as Black ever got. Still his face worn that serious expression and as he waited for Lyric to wake up he spoke to her through the door. [i “Since I’m just now discovering the recent stunt you pulled by reorganizing all my books in my office and what not. You’ll be helping me put my office back. It’s not often I get an off day and since you’re the reason I have to spend time cleaning up and reorganizing, I decided that you’ll be doing everything I have to do with me.. Now get up, we have a busy day ahead of us. After this is hand to hand combat training. And I rather be spending more time on that than cleaning.”]
Lyric watched as the Kyle’s ran the remaining guard off with their little charade. Now that she was in the loop it was really rather clever. It kept people off their backs, after all who wanted to listen to a middle age couple’s s sex-scapades? Definitely not her, and obviously not the guard that she had already forgotten the name of, he let them be for the time being. Meanwhile she took another stiff drink off the strong concoction in her hand.
Once everyone who needed to be out of earshot was, Alex ran down the situation a little further. The rebel woman was glad to hear her message had made it though. At least she hadn’t failed at that. And now that she was a part of a plan, she was half happy that her escape attempt hadn’t come to fruition. [b “It is fine. I am just glad I have something to look forward to now. Sitting in that apartment is a bore when there is nothing to look forward to.”]
Maria chatted with her a while longer, and Lyric continued to drink. By the end of their night she was the most intoxicated she had ever been. Luckily for her she was a jolly drunk. It helped her see the happier things that had happened as opposed to the bounty of terrible ones. Around one thirty in the morning the trio decided to call it a night. The Kyle’s attended Lyric back to the complex before they said their goodbyes. The grumpy guard escorted her the rest of the way. When they were securely in Black’s home the man spoke into the microphone that linked him to his boss.
The captive woman stuck around, not ready to go to bed quite yet. She listened as Mr. guard relayed their location, in hopes that he would be dismissed like his cohorts. As she could not hear whatever response he was getting, she grew quickly bored. Her mind wandered to food, and she meandered to the kitchen in hopes of finding something to snack on. Looking over the night’s options, most everything looked good. She spent a large chunk of time debating on what to have. It was long enough that she heard the transporter fire up. That meant she was alone once again, not that it amounted to anything.
After deciding on what to have for a very late dinner, Lyric fell back to her mischief making. It wasn’t much but she busied herself rearranging Black’s workspace. It started with the furniture, well anything that wasn’t bolted down. Then she moved to switching books around on the shelves along with anything else that wasn’t locked up. In the grand scheme of things she wasn’t messing up anything worthwhile. All the important stuff was probably stashed away where she couldn’t tamper with it. Still, she was content with being a minor inconvenience. After the office was finished, she moved to the living area to continue her reign of minor terror.
When that was all said and done, Lyric retired to her room. It was long passed when she normally fell asleep. Time was catching up to her. Squirming out of the outfit she’d been stuffed into, the woman threw on a shirt then passed out beneath the thick blanket. The next morning she would wake with a dull headache and nothing more. It was bearable.
In the following weeks, Lyric had one thing she needed to figure out. Whether or not she would be attending Lillie’s speech along with Black. If he left her home, it would be damn near impossible to lure him to the designated meeting place. However, getting this information was easier said than done, because Marcus was seldom in his house. No Black meant no answers. The second issue was it would be incredibly suspicious for her to bring such an occasion up. In the end she stayed silent about it, even when people came and went. She just had to trust this secondary rebellion to set things up to their advantage. When the day came, whatever would be would be.
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