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So, Sebastian wondered. A few days ago, there had been the encounter with her in a somewhat unpleasant situation. The debrief. Someone with less sympathy may have construed something else entirely. Of course that did not mean anything. Someone with less knowledge of her may have construed nothing at all of it.

Now, it appeared that the positions were reserved. Was this payback time? Was it now her turn to be in power? What with the lab assistant – Sebastian just had not been able to read the name from the man’s name tag – now handing over the job to administer his shot into Ericka’s hands, Sebastian did feel a bit like a deer caught in the headlights.

His being here, with this medication in particular now at the read for him. It said way more than Sebastian would have cared to put on the table for her. It was a deal between Sebastian and his superiors. He had struck a deal – had proven beyond the shadow of a doubt that Sarah was no mutant. The children would receive the same treatment before their mutation manifested. There was a percentage of well over sixty that their powers would not even manifest that way.

It would keep them safe. With the money Sebastian was saving up for them, it would hopefully allow for them to lead good lives. Even if their father no longer held much sway over it.

It was a topic Sebastian had never discussed with Ericka. He knew she had things to hide. And so it had felt like an unspoken agreement to just not talk about these matters. However, as Sebastian glanced at the way the lines on her face moved as she was obviously dealing with what this moment implied, he suddenly was not so sure that the agreement had been mutual. Had he just assumed without her ever even considering that there might be something about him she did not know?

He had come clean about his marriage, about being a father. And about the fact that his wife was on a warpath now and that he soon would no longer be married.

Sebastian pushed at the memories, willed them back into the box where he kept them. They reminded him that he had wanted to be with her. With Ericka. It now felt like a naïve wish of a boy still wet behind the ears. He had not foreseen how far Sarah had been willing to go.

Sebastian watched as Ericka checked the folder she had been handed. Part of him wanted her to not look into it. She obviously had never before looked into records with the Services. There was no other explanation about the utter surprise – and shock? – that now glinted in wide-open eyes. Sebastian held his breath when she whispered at him. Was he really supposed to explain to her what she was obviously putting together all on her own right in this moment?

Still, his eyes remained on her face. He could not have looked away had he tried to. She was closer to him than she had been in the interrogation room, than at the bar. Reaching out a hand he could touch her. Sebastian wanted to give it a try but he did not trust himself. Everything about this moment was so new, so dangerous, so very much like a judgment about to be passed.

He wondered what his sentence would be.
If Ericka’s facial expression was any indicator, then it would not be pleasant.


When she prompted him to tell him that it wasn’t what she thought it was, Sebastian sucked air into his lungs. For a moment, he entertained the idea to do that. This isn’t what you think it is. But he did not need to play either of them for a fool.

“I have the gene”, he told her instead, his voice barely louder than hers – as if he was speaking of a secret, one that must not be overheard.

“And I have two children”, he added as if that was all the explanation she needed. The internal tests the Services ran on every employee had uncovered his gene. A mutation that had never fully manifested, but apparently it could at any time. So Sebastian had done what he believed was right. Make a deal, make sure his family was not on the Services’ radar. Ensure that his kids could one day live a normal life.

School. University. Work. Find love, marry, have children of her own. He prayed that the gene would not be passed down all the way. If they kept it from manifesting, maybe eventually it would become latent, be weeded out altogether. Of course the idea was somewhat short-sighted but he could just not bring himself to allow for Andy and Lauren to be on the Services’ radar because of something they had no power over.

“Ericka …”, his breath hitched as he spoke her name. “The shot …”
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There was no break offered, no uncomfortable shift, not even a minute flutter of his lashes. Sebastian held her gaze, allowed her the moments she seemed to need to work through every scrap of information in that room and fold it together into a disjointed braid of an image.

When he finally spoke, it made the air around her shiver, the depth and care with which he handled his response, offering it forth like a secret to be offered within the walls of a confessional. Confirmation, unnecessary as it was with the scrap of evidence in her hand staring up from the spine of the folder in her hands.

Suppressant13.

It was when he referenced his children, his twins, that she felt her irritation kick in to gloss over the shock. He thought to use them like a shield, even as the format that he offered them forward in was meant for him to be shielding them. By suppressing what he was, falling in line, following rules instilled by humans that would rather eradicate what he was. They would never stop. Sebastian was beneficial to them at the moment, that was what kept him alive, his value as a lawyer, his compliance as a servant.

She felt her eyes water at the thought, placing him into such a box.

Her emotions prompted her to turn away first, break the held gaze before he could do it, or before he could see the effect he still held sway over in regard to the way that she could feel. Then he prompted her for the shot. The injection that would deaden a part of him.

She tossed the folder onto the counter as she turned back towards the refrigerator and fought the urge to wipe at her face. Her hand curled around the handle once more, and then pulled the glass door open far more generously than she had allowed when she had sought suppressant4. It felt so heavy in her pocket all of a sudden, the destructive serum almost alive in the vial hidden away. She lifted one of the syringes from dock thirteen and drew the door shut once more.

A hundred thoughts conjured in the silence. He had done this thinking he was benefiting his children, so what were the parameters to the deal he had struck? She could grasp at dozens of possibilities. He was willing to suppress his own…his own… she swallowed back the urge to form the word in her head. He was willing to do this to himself, that meant he wasn’t above doing it to them. Perhaps it had already begun. Administering suppressant to children was theorized to curb emergence, potentially diffuse it nearly entirely. Unless prompted by extreme trauma. As an individual aged out of adolescents, the magnitude with which their mutation emerged increased. Often times beyond control.

Then she wondered how long he had allowed this. How long had he been dosing himself against what he was.

Her motions were almost robotic as she opened the overhead cupboard and selected a proper gauge needle, screwed the hub into place.

She hated being where she was, far further than the confines of the room in which she stood.

An alcohol pad between her thumb and forefinger, the paper wrapping torn open as she turned back around, swallowing her discomfort. She couldn’t look him in the eye, not again, not yet. “One of your arms needs to be out of the sleeve.” She told him. It worked best in a larger muscle, something thick that was used often like a deltoid, gluteal, or quadriceps muscle. She stood near stock still as he complied, despised the flush of warmth that watching him could still rile.

Three to four days. The syringe in her hand was an awful thing.

She pressed the alcohol pad against his skin and realized it was the closest she had come to touching him in months. The pad was curled against her palm with her third and fourth fingers, before her thumb and the other two pinched around his upper arm. She hesitated, she knew too long, as she stared at his arm, willing herself to act. Willing herself to be human, willing herself to detach. Touching him, though, was still something else.

Then she jammed the needle into his arm, depressed the plunger, and she felt the way her face tightened. Her jaw clenched, her brows pinched. She drew back and deployed the safety shield so she could turn the syringe away form him as she assessed the site. It didn’t bleed back, and it didn’t form a rejecting bruise. But it wouldn’t. Not if he had been receiving some version of the suppressant strain for gods knew how long.

There were so many things that she wanted to say to him as she retracted her hand, and everything she tried to bring forth died on the tip of her tongue when she parted her lips.

She stepped away from and then around him. Dropped the syringe into the sharps container on the wall and then pushed the door to the room open, slipping out into the hall where the recycled air at least didn’t feel so confining.
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She had purposely left early, hung up the black labcoat near her desk, and then locked her drawers. She had found the building stifling, like the walls were closing in once she had left Sebastian in that room and the weight of the moments spent within it caught up with her.

Sebastian was a mutant, and he actively worked to suppress his gene. He worked for Sentinel Services. Seemingly by choice even when he had cited his children amongst his reasoning. It made her heart clench painfully in her chest when she circled back to them, wondering if he was going to force them to take the suppressant, or wondering if it had already commenced. He was a mutant, he knew what he was, and he did everything in his power to suppress it. When she had let her mind wander to wonder what he could do, she had dropped her keys.

Her stomach had growled, reminding her that she had not yet eaten anything. She had skipped breakfast, her mind frayed as she had recounted the previous few days and then she had been given the serum to inspect, which had run over her lunch. And then Sebastian.

Three blocks later, she found herself waiting in line at a small ice cream parlor. She sent of a text and then slipped her phone into her purse. She surveyed the menu, it was simple enough, little in the way of exotic choices which was both disheartening in the lock of extensive possibilities yet promising in that they likely did the twenty flavors they did have well. At least they had mint chip.

“You’re not supposed to frown in an ice cream shop.” A voice beside her baited her attention and she about came out of her skin at the sight of the man beside her.

“What are you doing here?” She asked quietly, returning her focus to the menu. Her eyes immediately surveyed the dozen people present.

“My wife wanted ice cream.” He shrugged his shoulders.

She glanced at him again. Dark blue hoodie beneath a dark gray canvas jacket, black beanie on his head. It didn’t look that far out of place considering the weather was still plenty cold. “So you just come traipsing out into public alone within days of particular incidents.”

Gabriel scoffed beside her. “I do not traipse.” He informed her matter-of-factly. “And who said that I was alone?” When she looked back up at him, he smiled at her, tight lipped and smug about whatever it was that he knew. Then he leaned closer to her. “There’s a pretty purple lady two shops over testing out new pillows.” He whispered loud enough for her and no one else.

She frowned at that, wondering what he was–then she stood up straighter. “Are you out of your mind?” He brought Elizabeth Braddock out into public in the middle of the afternoon?!

He pursed his lips and shifted back and forth as though offering genuine consideration to her accusation. “Wife wanted ice cream. Pistachio. Says this place has the best. What wife wants, wife gets.”

“Stop talking to me.”
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Sebastian knew it wasn’t hot, not even warm. Quite frankly, New York was in another universe in relation to warm. The forecast had declared a ninety percent chance of snow for the next three days. Sebastian was not looking forward to snow. Snow in New York always meant chaos.

He rolled his eyes, his thoughts were spiralling. He dragged them back to the thought of being warm. He wore his jacket open, fighting the urge to just take it off. It was the suppressant. He knew that much. It generally messed with him in some way. In summer he had experienced incredible cold spells. Funny, how now it was the opposite.

He had left the office about ten minutes earlier. He had simply not called a cab, feeling like getting into the confined space of a car would rob him of the ability to breathe. Gulping in deep breaths of air, he still hardly felt any better. And then, for the last five minutes he had had an incredible craving for something sweet. Energy, he had surmised. His body needed easy energy.

Lifting one hand to cover the spot on his upper arm where Ericka had administered the shot, he flinched. The area was sore. It would cause him grief for at least twenty-four hours. Like endless times before, he wondered why he was putting himself through the ordeal. And yet, what was the alternative? Going dark, living in hiding. And condemning his children to be forced to either go with him, or be on the run for the rest of their young lives.

One hell of a Catch 22.

He pushed on, trying to keep his thoughts on the physical discomfort and on his family. Anything to keep them off of the expression on Ericka’s face. She had not known. Of course not. Even Sebastian had not known when they had been together. Discovering that he possessed the gene with a likeliness of manifestation even now of over seventy percent had happened courtesy to Sarah.

His ex-wife had had his blood tested. It had given her the last few bits she had needed to really make a case for sole custody. Just being Andy’s and Lauren’s father had put their children in danger. Because he possessed the gene.

Sebastian scoffed, he was so tired of the whole mutant topic. Most of the time he pitied the young men and women – sometimes children – he was proceeding against. The Services had begun eradicating such nuances as ‘truly guilty of anything’ versus ‘just existing with a manifested x-gene’. It was enough to be mutant nowadays to be guilty. Innocent until proven guilty had left the district a long time again ago.

His mind kept returning to Ericka’s face. It had spoken volumes and still weighed heavy on his chest. Worse than any kind of snide comment, any jab at him spoken with venom or possibly even a slap to his face had been seeing the realisation dawn on her face and then take a hold of her. While it certainly telegraphed that he still had some kind of effect on her, it also made him wonder whether it made the situation worse yet. Of course he humoured the notion to get a shot at explaining and possibly fixing things – even when his rational mind continued to point out that the ship had probably long sailed.

Looking up, he saw one of the icecream shops that had recently often served as a stop-by on his way home. Usually whenever he had gotten himself a shot. That was whenever his body was not reacting with outright rejection. There had been days when he’d thrown up whenever he had just been close to food.

Not so today. The craving for sweet things was growing.

He sought for the end of the line, and found his gaze frozen on a familiar form. Ericka. Just seeing her somehow took out whatever energy he had left in him for the moment. It was strange. After months of never running into her once, someone appeared to want to tell him something … their paths kept crossing.

Sebastian slowly drew closer, heading for the end of the line. Apparently Ericka had only gotten here recently as well. Then again, the line was short. While some New Yorkers apparently needed indulgence for their sweet tooth, the line was short. There was only a woman standing behind Ericka. She had not noticed him yet, and Sebastian remained within the stream of people walking by.

Ericka was talking to someone. Sebastian pushed his hands into his pockets, and he directed his gaze to that someone. Hoodie always appeared like someone had something to hide. Did anyone ever wear those anymore with the hood up when they were all ‘Oh look at me, here I am.’ Sebastian drew closer, his eyes shifting back and forth between Ericka and the other fellow. Eventually, that very fellow turned for a moment, his gaze skidding across Sebastian’s features without actually seeing him. But Sebastian recognised the face. How could he not. He walked past a poster saying ‘MOST WANTED’ with a mug shot and the man’s name on it on his way to his office every damned day.

“I’ll be damned”, he whispered.
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“That hurts my feelings.” Gabe leaned slightly towards her and she tried to ignore him. Another patron stepped out of the line, and she moved forward, Gabriel seeking to keep pace. “I’m pretty sure that I was here first.” He hummed beside her.

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I’m not allowed to purchase ice cream at an ice cream shop?”

“We’re not even a mile from the building that I work in.” She snapped back. “There are a hundred ice cream parlors in New York, you daft idiot.” She shook her head, glanced at a woman moving towards them and smiled ever so slightly as she stepped around them in line. Her gaze absently followed the woman towards the door. “You can’t tell me this is the only shot that has pistachio on par with your wife’s palate.”

“Try telling her that.”

As the woman moved towards the door and pushed it open, her focus shifted, and she felt her heart seize in her chest. There was something that she wanted to say, but she couldn’t decide which man in that place she wanted to say it to, or what exactly she wanted to say. It was as though her brain and her mouth had disconnected half the wiring between them and she was struggling o make sense of a foreign language.

“You need to leave, Gabe.” She practically whispered. She wanted to turn back around, but that would signify some form of running, and she had already seemingly run form Sebastian once that day. She was not going to run again in the open, not when the walls were gone, and the ever present ears.

“Ice cream first.”

She mulled over her options which involved simply leaving, speaking directly to Sebastian which was exceedingly daunting in the moment, or possibly hooking her elbow in around Gabe’s arm. Fuck. The latter could be construed in two very different ways; one that she was with someone else, until Gabe turned and Sebastian got half a look at him enough to identify him. Or two, Gabe would make some ridiculous comment that she might murder him over.

“Gabriel.” She said his name evenly, seriously. Beyond Sebastian was another customer, and outside the shop doors a pair of black clad figure paused to converse. Lower level third party for-hires that SentS deemed more financially profitable than taking the time to recruit and train every individual in their number. It was easier to build machines than it was to create soldiers. She swallowed. Raising any sort of alarm would likely make the situation worse.

She was practically glued to Sebastian simply because of the odd coincidence that kept thrusting them together over the last several days. How many months had she been allotted to push him out of her immediate thoughts, pack everything into mental boxes, and move her life forward? Five? Six? Seven or eight? The chaos had gradually fizzled to a distorted sense of peace.

And then there he was.

“What are you staring at?” Gabe asked and she looked up at him.

“Buy your fucking ice cream and then walk out of this shop as ‘normal’ as your big brute of a self can manage.” She tilted her head, something fluttering against the mind.
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With curiosity, Sebastian followed the exchange between Ericka and the other man. For a few more moments, his mind insisted that it could not be Gabriel Summers. He had to be seeing things. Witnessing just the fact of Ericka meeting this man was one thing. Seeing the familiarity between them was a whole different matter. They had known each other, and not only since yesterday.

Ericka had noticed him, and she had noticed him recognising Gabriel. As her gaze shifted to the entrance, so did Sebastian’s. How convenient. Security personnel. Patrolling the area? Or here on a tip. Neither option did anything in favour of Gabriel’s odds of getting out of this parlour. The man, however, appeared to be oddly oblivious to the alarm registering in Ericka’s eyes. There was talk about … ice cream?

This was not some elaborate ploy, Sebastian decided. Not some secret meeting place out in the open, in plain sight where the Services would likely miss them. This was coincidence.

Sebastian was … well what was he? By outward appearance, some might think he was some of the worst Sentinel Services had to offer. An attorney, nailing down every mutant he could get his hands on. That was in his job description though. He was working the facts. Sebastian saw no point in finding scapegoats. Behind that tough, he was a man who had no problems with mutants. They were people as well. Trying to make a living in a world that was exceedingly hostile towards them. He did not believe they were the harbingers of the end of the world or the human race. They were a part of evolution. Simple as that.

Sucking in a laboured breath, he tried his best to look alive. Sebastian knew he was probably pale, eyes a little redder than usual. Sleep was required soon, after he would manage to get some fast energy into him. Ice cream. His stomach growled.

He stepped forward, smiling at the patron past whom he moved. “Hey Velez”, he said, his voice low but casual - as if not to disturb anyone else with private chatter. “So good that I’m running into you”, he continued, sounding almost cheerful. He put himself at an angle that the black suits outside would have no clear view of Gabriel, while Sebastian on the other hand fully did. Definitely Gabriel Summers.

“Hi”, he said to Gabriel without paying any further attention to the man as he simply found the topic he was now bringing to a woman he worked with so much more important than whatever idle chatter she may have had with the other man. “That serum has some god-awful side effects”, he said, then raised a hand to point over his shoulder. “Did you know Dalton’s outside? From our security crew at the office. He heard rumours that there’s better stuff in development?” Yarn spun, whatever was just good enough. Anything to point out two men in the vicinity who probably dreamed of the Services’ self-produced Most Wanted posters at night.

Sebastian stuffed his hands back into his pockets, shifting back a little and keeping his position in the line of sight between Gabriel and black suits. Of course he could not deny that he was curious what she was doing with this man in particular. Then again, maybe it was better he did not know. Sebastian had trouble making a decision what with feeling a little under the weather. Only then did he turn to Gabriel, offering the man an unassuming smile. “So who are you? My name’s Sebastian Strucker … attorney with Sentinel Services.” Hopefully the introduction was enough to finally get the signal across for the man to get the hell out.
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“You’re being very bossy.” He said as he lifted a hand and pressed this thumb and forefinger against his eyes. “And I only have three bosses.”

The flutter against her thoughts persisted and she narrowed her eyes slightly, but it was like tapping against bulletproof glass. The sensation was there, the presence was there, but the effort did little else than signify an attempt. She had always wondered, but made sure to avoid the pair of telepaths that actually bent to SentS will to never be in the same room as them.

Another patron stepped out of line once they had ice cream in hand, leaving only the person in front of them at the register. So, what? Three minutes and he would leave?

“I think I may get cookie dough, also.” He mused. “What are you getting?”

“Flowers for your funeral.” She snapped.

He chuckled beside her. “You really think that I’m unaware of the two you sighted outside the building?” He looked back at her again, a lopsided smile on his face. “There’s another set about a block down as well.”

“You’re suicidal.”

“Nope.” He told her, his lips popping around the word. “Suicidal would be coming here, and then returning home to my wife without ice cream. This is self-preservation.” He tapped his forefinger against his temple. “It doesn’t turn off for her, can place everyone within a square mile without even trying. She says your head is Fort Knox, though.”

She felt…oh, right. Pretty purple lady, he had already mentioned her.

And then his voice wrapped around her last name, so casually that she just wanted to sink into the world. Perhaps it would open up beneath her feet and just swallow her down into the molten core. Gabriel was standing beside her, didn’t give a flying fuck about the fact he was out in the open with SentS personnel nearby, and now Sebastian was addressing her, while she stood next to Gabriel Summers.

Sebastian made some comment about the serum, gesturing to his shoulder and she noted that he had pushed beyond another customer that didn’t seemed to care, too absorbed in their phone to notice or care, and had put himself somewhat between herself and Gabe, just off-center form the door. He gestured over his shoulder and she didn’t need to follow to get what he was referring to, she was more concerned with why he was doing it.

Gabe snorted a laugh at the attempt. Sebastian stuffed his hands in his pockets. Then he addressed him, giving his name and highlighting who and what he was.

“Gabe.” He gave a nod of his head. “Work in energy management. Freelance.” He shrugged and then stepped up to the counter when the register was freed up.

All she had wanted was ice cream. “He already knows.” About the pair. She looked at Sebastian, then beyond his shoulder and watched the pair of security move on. “You look like shit.” Pasty white about to drop, it accentuated the shadows beneath his eyes. “I would ask what you’re doing here, but I’m assuming you’re crashing.” Side effect.

Gabe stepped out of line with a paper bag gathered in his arms, offering little more than a lopsided grin as he moved towards the door, stepped onto the sidewalk and disappeared into the light crowd of people. Then she moved to the register. “Mint chip.” She told the kid. “He’ll have chocolate.” She gestured to Sebastian. That would get him sugar and phenethylamine.
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Sebastian just watched the fellow, partly curious about just how relaxed he was. His mind too the information and simply ran with it. He just was not in a state where focussing was all that simple. Was that the life of an omega mutant? Step out of the comfort zone and into what could be a minefield? Without so much as a second thought. What kind of security measures did Gabriel Summers have in place? What gave him this kind of confidence that it bordered on cocky?

It was such a strange thing to witness especially for someone who was basically even hiding from being a mutant. Right now, he had the sickly pallor to prove it. He accepted that poison was injected into his body in regular intervals, putting himself through symptoms that rivalled those of a fully fledged flu just to suppress what this man so very much lived.

He had no idea where to allocate the behavior. Megalomania? Confidence? Strength? Or really just plain old cockiness?

Sebastian had trouble placing the ‘he already knows’ comment Ericka threw his way. “Oh”, was all he eventually said just as Ericka pointed out what Sebastian felt in his bones. His status was deteriorating. He needed to lay down within the next hour.

“Looks like it”, he responded when she asked about what he was doing here. His energy levels were dipping lower by the minute and he willed the line to move forward silently. He supported himself with a single hand against the counter when Ericka first orders hers, and then his. Latter made him look up, regard her with the oddly fascinated gaze of a man close to a fever. “Double serving”, he threw behind her words. Oddly enough, and this was usually what set the side effects of the suppressant aside from flu symptoms, he could eat a horse.

“So I guess I’m glad I did not ask more questions during the debriefing”, Sebastian murmured as he watched copious amounts of ice cream being scooped up and gotten ready for their purchase. He dug around his pockets for some money, found a ten dollar bill and a five and threw both onto the counter.

“Now I’m just not sure which one of you two have the bigger death wish.”
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“You would have had to have picked your questions carefully.” She replied as she pushed his money back at him and handed over her card. When the kid stared at her, card in hand, then glanced at Sebastian, she took hold of the hand holding her card and slid it through the reader. Even if he had formatted his questions appropriately to garner responses that he could have drawn from the photographical evidence, she had already learned to lie so well.

She wasn’t sure what else to say to him. There used to be so much. Now she was afraid if she started, if she let even a few words slip passed her lips, that it would pour out everywhere without end in sight. Instead, she stood quietly to the side as she watched their ice cream being scooped into their respective cones. She was handed hers, and then Sebastian almost immediately after.

“Gabriel Summers is the furthest from having any sort of death wish.” She told him, briefly narrowing her eyes as she gave him a far move inclusive once over as she took a long lick of her ice cream. “But I wonder about you having one.” She told him as she glanced towards his left shoulder where she had plunged that awful serum deep into the muscular tissue. Ever since she had left him in that room, she had wondered why she hadn’t put it together before. She had assumed it was an old injury, but he perpetually grasped at the actual shoulder rather than his collarbone or scapula. Soft tissue damage. And so much more.

“I am not having this conversation here.” She told him, regardless of the security pair having moved on. “If you plan to report me, be my guest.” Then she turned and moved towards the entry.

The building shook and she hastened her steps towards the doors to survey their immediate surroundings. She pushed one open and stepped out onto the sidewalk, finding Gabe a block down standing between two black suits, a teenaged girl that looked scared out of her mind, backpack strapped to her, another pair of suits on the ground and a slight divot about eight feet in dimeter to the ground beneath his and the girl’s feet.

A bell jingled and the shop door behind the pair opened and a woman with purple hair stepped out to join them. She didn’t lift an arm or turn or anything towards the humans, she held her hand out to the girl and the pair of suits still on their feet collapsed without further issue. The girl took the offered hand and both she and the woman lifted into the air. And then they were suddenly just gone.

Gabe picked his paper sack up off the ground, happened to catch sight of her and grinned wide, pointing to his head. “Fort Knox.” Then he pushed himself into the sky and flew away form the scene about as quickly as a fighter jet.

“Because what they’re doing is wrong.” She said. “Keeping kids out of the hands of people who want to lock them up. Definitely the bad guys.”
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Sebastian took the ten dollar bill back, pushing it into the back pocket of his jeans, but threw the fiver into the tip jar before accepting his serving with a nod. Her retort, about having to pick his questions more carefully, he just accepted with another nod. He wondered whether she really thought that he would have wanted to take her down that day. If anything, he was glad that curiosity had not spiked that day.

Ericka went on, offering her assessment on Gabriel Summers. It somewhat irritated him how easily the name slipped across her tongue. It made him wonder just how long they had been in contact. It was complete normalcy for Ericka to have connection to one of the United States’ most wanted mutants. He sighed, scraping off a mouthful of chocolate ice-cream with his teeth off the top and throwing Ericka a glance when she continued implying that he must have one.

He knew better than to pick up on that trail of thoughts, and apparently so did she. Instead, she ended on mentioning that he could report her. He pushed up his shoulders as if to stretch chest muscles that were becoming sore. He sucked air in through parted lips and his expression was somewhere between pained and annoyed. “Why would you think that?” he said, his tone making no mystery out of his irritation as she turned to head towards the exit of the place.

His head swam a little, still Sebastian remained on Ericka’s heels, stepping out right after her. As she stopped on the sidewalk, he did as well, witnessing the scene just a block down. Then the woman with the purple hair. Wait, Sebastian thought, his thought process stuttering to a halt as her appearance – no, just that colour – triggered something. “Psylocke”, he murmured as he matched a profile to the woman who was now lifting herself into the air.

He did not catch what Summers said just before he took off, but it was certainly a sight to behold. For a moment, Sebastian looked after the figure – because more than a moment was all he got given the man’s incredible speed – and envied him for what looked like a sense of freedom Sebastian knew he was universes away from.

Ericka’s voice pulled him back, to reality – to a body that was rebelling against have part of its make up suppressed. Sebastian was quite aware that he was basically accepting they put poison in his veins. He felt it, every time he got one of those shots. Just like now, body temperature rising. Her voice sounded strange. A little bit passionate, a little bit sad, and annoyed. With him? Possibly. With what else though. Sebastian had learned by now, that with Ericka Velez there was usually a whole lot more than met the eye.

“Can we have this conversation, Ericka? Can we, damnit.” Because keeping kids out of the hands of people who wanted to lock them up was most certainly what he was doing as well. Even if it were only his kids. “I know they’re not the bad guys”, Sebastian said, his tone low, breathless. He had trouble breathing as beads of sweat formed on his forehead in spite of the temperatures hovering just above zero.

“Because hardly anything is that black and white …”, Sebastian dragged his eyes away from the sky and back to Ericka. He swallowed against an oddly dry throat, and took another bite of the ice cream. He would have to leave soon or he was probably going to pass out right here, where he stood.
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