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[rea_norton]

[Okay, it's time. Slowly, slowly, she reaches under her matress and pulls out the blue lycra leotard. and stupid hat She reaches into her trunk and lifts out the heavy gauntlets. And then stares at them. But she has to do this.

She crosses the room and locks the door, undressing slowly. And then she pulls them on. The tights. The leotard. She straps

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[immortal_bison]

The door is opened, and she is ushered in by the servants. The man waits in his study, quietly consulting some papers. He places them down as she enters. All that is missing is the hat, frankly. The man doesn't look like he has been sleeping. Perhaps he doesn't.

"Ahh, Rea. Congratulations on your escape."

[rea_norton]

[gulp. She'd forgotten how scary Bison was. But she was here now. She had to see it out. So she puts on a brave smirk]

It was really hard. They locked me up and kept following me, and it took ages to actually slip away. Are you okay...sir?
[she looks at him. He looks tired. Maybe he'll fall asleep soon, and this will all be over?]

[immortal_bison]

He nods, putting down his papers.

"Very well. Very good, my dear. And I am, as ever, more than fine. You will find your quarters ready for you. Tomorrow will be a big day."

He says nothing more, but he does gesture towards the door.

[rea_norton]

[She nods a tight smile. A big day? What on earth has he got in store for her now? She turns through the door. She's got to kill him, and soon]
Thank you, Sir.

[heavyarms_tro]

[Trowa has been guarding the school every night, with Heavyarms, ever since the night Taylor got stabbed. When he sees Rea leave, dressed in the uniform again, he's worried. There's no question of him not following her. He will do so from a distance, however, and he will use Heavyarms to track her from the air.

When he sees the lair, he lands Heavyarms and conceals it. He's left its defensive systems operational, so that it will attack any unauthorised individuals who get too close. He'll follow on foot from here on in, and he'll watch. This is dangerous, and Rea is...

Rea is worth saving. He won't interfere, so long as she's safe. If things go bad, he'll do what he can to get her out of here alive.]

[the_enemy_ace]

She certainly is. Which is why he isn't alone this night. A section of what looked like shrubbery moves in the darkness, and suddenly the barrel of a rifle is pointed at the boy.

Martial skills were ingrained into Von Hammer since he was a boy. He can, when required, move like a wraith.

"Friend or foe?" The voice is terse, ready to shoot. This is not a voice that knows fear very easily.

[heavyarms_tro]

[Trowa freezes. Blast it all, he doesn't want to fight here. And he doesn't want to fight whoever is pointing a gun at him, since it'll draw Bison's attention and probably put Rea in more danger. He's still holding his gun, though, and he knows he's quick. He'll make it a fight if he has to.]

...*Her* friend. [He speaks quickly and softly. It's not the first time he's been held at gunpoint, and he doesn't fear it.]

[the_enemy_ace]

There is only the slighest hesitation, then the barrel of the gun points away from him. The man steps forward, blue eyes watching him carefully.

"Excellent. I had begun to fear that none of her other comrades would come."

He is wearing his WWI uniform, devoid of all medals. Medals can gleam. The buttons are dull brass, not reflective at all. The rifle is a heavy number, the business-like sort used by soldiers. No prancing sporting gun.

"We have to get her out. He has few guards out this way. I have located two of them. I suspect there is a third."