'Violin, full size.' He thought to himself, the comical picture of the gruff Painter holding a violin delicately with his hands bringing a chuckle to his lips. 'I better do this quickly, or Painter's going to get impatient.' Kein thought with a low grumble, and dug through rubble delicately, hoping to find, perhaps, important pieces to either rebuild the old violin, or find a new one. Kein was talented with his hands. Fixing objects was nothing; it was feelings that he had a trouble understanding. Looking at a degraded rug with a feeling of intuition, he lifted the edges and, to his ultimate surprise- found nothing. A low groan and the man left for Painter's old home, or whatever was left of it, fingers twitching at the edges of his pockets to quickly pull out his weapons if at all needed. Of course, it seemed that he did not need them, and he reached Painter's home without so much as a hint of an Agent mind in the distance. It was there that he remembered something. A familiar voice called out. The violin was near. And it wasn't Painter's, or his family's. And, well, that only left one person. Himself.
OOC: Okay.. :) I hope this is an okay jump-in thingy :)
IC: Alyssa watched in pity as the team left. She itched to go with them, but she knew she would slow them down with her crutches. Heck, she barely knew how to use them!! She walked over to a desk a grabbed an earphone clip to hear whats going on with her group. If I can't go with them, I might as well help them through communication. She thought. She clipped the earphone on her left hear and pushed the 'on' button. "Guys, this is Alyssa." she said. "Where are you?"
Anya noticed Painter walking out, and heading back to headquarters. She caught up to him in a split second and began walking a little behind, and to the side of him. She didn't say a word. Her mind was still on her memories. She watched they sky as they walked, reasons, thoughts, consequences, running through her mind in a huge blur. Her mind was running so fast she wouldn't be able to catch up even if she had a head start.
"Alyssa? We're heading back. Anything wrong in Command?" Painter strode into the empty warehouse building and typed in his keycode, waiting for the door to open. He briskly strode down the hall, soon after entering the command room.
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
Alyssa sighed. They were heading back. They were safe. She got up and put the earphone back warrily into the drawer, then sighed, waiting for the return of her team. She longed to go out with them on the missions and fights.. but not until the leg was healed. "Gosh.. it might me months until it heals.." she complained.
Jason heard the faint alarm of one of the main doors opening. It only signalled three times letting everyone in the base know that a tam had returned. The commander briskly stood from the bed in his room and pounded down the hall on route to meet up with the team. His light brown eyes flashed with annoyance and worry for his missing second in command. He made it to the special Ops room where the returning team surely would head first for debriefing. He stopped outside the room and leaned against the door post with his arms crossed over his chest. He glanced inside for a moment and did not spot Anya. He turned back to the hall and waited for the girl to make her presence known.
"Where is Kein?" Logan asked as Painter stepped in. "Looking for a violin. He should be back soon." "A violin?" Logan asked, raising an eyebrow. "Would that have something to do with you?" "Maybe. Maybe not." A sly grin danced across Painter's face. "Oh, and mission success."
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
Anya made her way into the building. Her arms hung loosly at her side and her head straight ahead with a blank expression. Immiediatly she saw Jason standing there. She locked eyes with him as she listened to Painter talk to Logan. She held her gaze. She knew she was probably in deep trouble. She realized that she hadn't told Jason she was leaving, he probably was worried sick about her. She looked down and traced a circle on the floor with the toe of her shoe. "I'm sorry Jason...I..." She couldn't seem to get the words out. She was expecting him to lash out at her, probably punish her. She was trying to be responsible and help Painter, the alpha leader who wasn't even on her team, and it turned out, she was really being rather irresponisble in not telling Jason where she was going.