[OTC] 48 - Love is what you've been through with somebody.

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Standing there in front of the painting Elle tilted her head to the side. Blonde hair swept down from her shoulder to hang in the air a bit, away from her, but still seemingly perfect without a strand out of place. His hand was warm at her back, the clutch from earlier tucked beneath the crook of her arm as she tried to understand the painting.

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Adam frowned and reached for the phone to study the message more intently, as if that might give something away. Pinehearst and Primatech's passing should have left a feeling of peace, a security in the knowledge that they were well and truly out of it--no one would come looking, because no one had the resources or need to bother with it all. Bob was dead, which was lovely for him at least; he'd have trusted Angela not to sic the dogs on him; and if Hiro or Peter was coming after them, they'd have done it already, surely. They were free, but it had never quite felt like it.

Call it a healthy sense of paranoia built in from years of looking out for himself. Apparently his instincts hadn't been wrong.

A frown pulled at his brow, and he read the message again, then handed the phone back to Elle. "Tracy Strauss was one of the triplets, if am I remembering correctly? The one our informant told us ended up working for Arthur and Nathan at Pinehearst?" He'd liked to stay informed, after all, even after they'd left.

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Nodding she ran her hand over her arm, feeling a chill that she couldn't quite shake. They hadn't had to worry about most of the events going on back home. Adam had his contact, he'd get calls - sometimes a package over-nighted but it never reached for them without them asking for it. This was grabbing them and trying to pull,and it made Elle's stomach twist a bit.

They had a life, they were trying to move on, and here was this thing, this calling back to a life they didn't really need. She knew though that he'd been restless. Still feeling caged despite the freedom, and she didn't want him to feel like he couldn't do something when he was needed.

"If she was close to Nathan, and someone's taken her?" Elle didn't want to think of the implications of that.

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Adam frowned a little bit, then reached for her arm to tuck it back into the crook of his, moving back toward the art and snagging a glass of wine from a passing waiter. It wouldn't do anything, but he liked the taste and something in the ritual of it was calming, as was wandering this room, with her. There was room to breathe, space to think, or at least the illusion of it. They'd run, but apparently not far enough, and there was something a bit chilling in that.

"A little more information certainly would have been helpful," he murmured, smiling slightly at someone they passed. "And what sort of name is 'Rebel'? Rebel against what? I can think of a lot of people who might have objected to Ms. Strauss's activities for Arthur, but no reason on Earth why anyone would think we'd be at all inclined to help her. So...what? A new Company risen from the ashes perhaps? One strong enough to shake off her government connections? That could be worrisome, yes." Someone that strong could find them, even.

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Elle listened to him speak, the low tone somewhat soothing as he began his thought process out loud. Just knowing that she wasn't alone was a step up from where she had been before, but it still wasn't very comforting to know just how easy it was to reach out to her. The list of people that knew where they were wasn't very long at all. That didn't concern her though, it was that they were asking them to return to it all.

Her free hand tucked the phone back into her purse before sweeping her hair behind her shoulder. Exhaling she smirked a bit, "I don't know it's very James Dean-ish. I'm just not comfortable with the fact that we're that accessible. A single text message and we've been put back into something. Even if we stay," Elle knew they wouldn't, "we still are on the list of whoever Rebel is."