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WHO Jacob Kane (

insertdadjoke), Abel Fletcher (

sociopapathic).
WHAT Do not fuck with these brothers. Not even if you want to experiment and find out why one is immortal. Just don't do it.
WHEN Late 2014, several months after Cain and Abel have been working together to down the Death Erasers.
WHERE nfc.

"What do you mean, you don't know how to text?" asked Cain. He glanced over the lid of his laptop to give his brother a dubious look. There was a whole lot Abel had simply never picked up in his time as an Enforcer and Cain was painfully aware of how much personal experience Abel was lacking in his unlife. There was nothing to be done for it except curse the Reapers and move forward from there. Still... "Everyone knows how to text, Abel."

It was a bit egregious when Abel had a thirteen year old daughter (granted that she was adopted) who was quite the typical teenager in some respects and still Abel couldn't do much more than make calls with his phone. That just seemed like willful ignorance on Abel's part. Cain was going to have to fix that. There were worse things he was going to have to help his brother get through; this one would be a piece of cake.

Didn't mean he couldn't rib the hell out of Abel for it, though.

"Do you even know how to get to the text menu? Can you even turn your phone on? My God, does Holly have to charge it for you?" he asked, tone going more and more obnoxious as the questions came. Sometimes he even got a reaction for it. Those were always awesome.

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Cain walked up closer to Abel, practically pressed against his back in a subtle way of trying to prop himself up without having to actually admit that he was feeling wobbly. He could do this... there would just be a hell of a crash once they were in a safe place. He eyed the doors as they went, reading out the scientific plaques and giving quick shorthands to what they actually meant. Abel's English was getting better by the day, but Cain thoroughly doubted Abel had been educating himself with college-level scientific textbooks.

Cain unintentionally halted when a commotion was heard up ahead. It was Do, one of the operators who had taken to grumbling, complaining and blaming everyone in the vicinity but himself for anything that irritated him. He had taken particular delight in having Cain's body mimic death only to watch it come back time and again. "Come the fuck on! You're shitting me, right? How the fuck did they get out? We should be on lockdown, not having a goddamn coffee!"

At the sound of Do talking, Abel dropped into a crouch, looking back at Cain and motioning to follow him before he made his way towards the operator. He was one of the ones Abel had wanted to suffer once they had been free. As much as he wants to take his time making him suffer, time isn't something they have much of, so he sneaked up behind him, stood up, and grinned.

"That's not how you're supposed to behave," he said as he took one of his knives and swung it with enough force to cut clean through his neck. Taking a couple steps back, he turned to Cain. "It's okay, brother. He's dead now. The Reapers shall see to him."

It was easy to follow Abel. That was what he always did, and he had never been led wrong for doing it. It had always been Cain's fault that things went wrong when he tried to take the lead — Rome didn't count, because Abel had never been to Rome when Cain was there. No, it made absolute sense for Abel to lead their assault and Cain came by just in time to see Do's head fall to the floor. There was something immensely relieving about seeing the man dead after all of the experiments he pulled.

His brow furrowed as he thought about it. "The Reapers. They don't have clocks... will they know they're needed? Could we wait for one and send some kind of message along?" Cain looked over to Abel, clearly uncertain. "Would that work?"

"Reapers know when their chosen is dead. They have taken clockless before." He then started thinking on his brother's words. "I don't know if that would work, but we could try."

He looked down at the headless corpse of Do and then around the lounge. There was nobody else around, but who knew how that would last. Abel turned his attention to Cain. "We could find somebody else or wait for his Reaper," he said while pointing at the corpse.

After a moment of thought, Cain shook his head. He was jittery and nervous, too ready for fight and flight than letting himself calm down. They needed to keep moving or he was afraid he was going to become dead weight that Abel did not need. He took a deep breath.

"No, we should keep going. We have to get out of here first and foremost. Stay too long in one place... they'd probably find us," he murmured. "Go. C'mon, let's go. Okay?"

There was a slight tilt of his head and then he nodded, leading the way out of the lounge. "Keep your eyes on the doors," he said, moving at a decent pace, but not enough to leave Cain behind. He wasn't going to escape without his brother and he wanted to keep him close in case they stumbled upon somebody that was actively looking for them.

It didn't take much longer for people to start noticing. Sounds of shuffling about and muffled, panicked conversations came from behind the closed doors, ones that had nothing to do with the brothers' goals. Cain read the door plaques as they went in a sotto voice to keep it from carrying and letting the people inside know that they were right there. A pair of security guards came down the corridor from behind them and Cain snapped a warning in Latin before he let loose and tossed one of his scalpels. His aim was still close enough to spot and lodged itself in the man's breastbone while Cain grabbed other implements to defend himself at close quarters. At least they weren't carrying guns.

"They came from that way. Could that be where they were watching?" asked Cain. While the second guard began to call it in on his walkie-talkie, he knelt down to his fallen partner and began trying to uselessly stem the blood from his wound, foolishly pulling the knife out to aid in it.

He couldn't help but be impressed by Cain's aim when he turned around at the warning. Even while drugged, he could still hit the man, but Abel was going to do one better. Pulling out one of his own scalpels, he threw it into the second guard's carotid artery with ease. He then walked over to them, motioning for Cain to follow.

"They're fools. Grab that, it'll help us avoid patrols," he said to Cain, motioning to the walkie-talkie. "I imagine it is. We'll go that way and see if that's the case."

Of course, the younger brother was forever impressed by the older and this was no exception. That was a fine move and one Cain was going to have to practice when he had the chance to refine his aim. He jogged over, grabbing the scalpel the second officer had pulled out and slicing at the neck of the first one just to make sure. Cain then detached the walkie-talkie and clipped it to his belt buckle for ease of access.

"We've known they're fools from the start," Cain said obviously. Everyone who would work in a place like this was calling down the wrath of Remus and Romulus upon their heads whether they were directly involved with their kidnapping or not. Their own need for haste was probably their only saving grace. "Got it. Let's go."

Perhaps when Abel wasn't angry at Cain he'd teach him how to throw scalpels and knives with precision. He knelt down and grabbed his scalpel out of the guard's neck and then stood up, staying close to Cain.

"I felt the statement needed to be repeated," he replied softly as he lead the way. It wouldn't do either of them any good if he spoke loud enough to draw attention to their location.

Cain kept at Abel's back, watching their retreat with due diligence as they continued onward. Every now and then the walkie-talkie would chirp on about which hallways had been cleared and where the patrols were off to next. It wasn't until Cain looked up that he noticed thick, colored lines and occasional printed text seeming to indicate where they were located according to a great scheme of the building design. "Look up," he said with a lack of urgency to let Abel know that there were no ninja hiding in the ceiling for them. Just some kind of clue.

"If I had to guess, I'd say look for the blue line for guards," he hummed. It was a logical choice for coloration, blue being a color of welcome and safety and often used for security forces in various countries during the modern age. What else would blue represent in a building like this?

Edited 2014-02-14 06:01 (UTC)

Just because Cain didn't sound like he had see a ninja on the ceiling didn't mean Abel let down his guard. He looked up and saw the lines and for a brief moment thought that was rather clever until he pushed that thought out of his mind. Color coding wasn't his thing, but if Cain said it was possibly what it could be, then he'd go with it.

"Then we will look for the blue and follow it." And when Abel said 'we', he meant Cain. One of them had to keep their eyes ahead and behind in case of trouble.

Although Cain had every intention of keeping his eyes on their back as they went, it did take more effort than he considered fair to follow the lines and eventually locate the thin blue line that would lead them to the big blue hall. He paused when the radio crackled to life and another report came through: the dead security guards had been located and soon the line went dead. "I think they noticed we took it," Cain said. "Better pick up the pace. This way."

Reaching the thick blue line, Cain turned his attention back to the hallway. It was easy to hear snippets of voices now, someone yelling intermittently as if speaking on a phone. Very agitated, very stressed, very soon to be very, very dead. "Hear that?"

"They're not complete fools." There was a slight hint of disappointment in his voice as he followed Cain through the hall. He was hoping it would take longer for them to realize that they had taken the radio, but they had already proved they were clever by taking them. Just once, he hoped that they would screw up more than just one idiot operator. That would make Abel's month.

He stilled and went quiet, listening to the voice that Cain pointed out. Giving a nod in respond to his question, he holds his knives at the ready. All they need to do is rush in and take the person down before they can let out a warning. He gives Cain a quick glance, ready to go on his mark.

With a nod, Cain motioned for Abel to rush inside. The room itself was every bit the cliche security masterpiece. A plethora of monitors were affixed to the wall with a bank of controls set out in front, another monitor set into the controls for the actual handling of all the machinery. Two handsets were laid out on the counter, both apparently on speakerphone as their soon-to-be victim was dealing with some angry higher executives in a bastardized conference call. Cain nodded for Abel to take the head officer down while he put his own weapons away to quickly cut the call before their audience could fully realize what was happening.

As their current spot was cleared out, Cain made to barricade the door and pushed the body out of its chair to sit at the control panel. Abel would probably keep a better sense of direction from the monitors right now in comparison to Cain, but he still had enough sense about him to try and route into the general information network that surely ran through the building. If nothing else, he could try running to Google and have it pinpoint the location of the network to see where they were.

"See any kind of escape route up there?" he asked in a distracted mumble. He was hoping for a simple yes, but their lives were not always so easy. "Fucking—Texas?"

At Cain's approval, Abel rushed in as quickly and quietly one would expect from a ghost, nearly cutting the man's head off with his knives. He lets Cain deal with the phones and immediately goes to look at the screens to discern an exit. It doesn't take long for him to find it, but the screens are disconnected from each other and not really in an order that Abel can figure out with a quick glance.

"Found the exit, but not how to get there." He paused and looked at Cain, acting like he didn't quite hear what he said. "Texas? We can't be in Texas."

"We're in goddamn Texas," Cain refuted. He was scowling at the screen, then began to switch around to try and locate a map or schematic of some kind. There were no actual drawers in the office so clearly there wouldn't be any physical documents to aid them, but if the network had yet to become locked up, it stood to reason that finding their way out wouldn't be too difficult.

After a long few moments where the phones kept ringing and Cain studiously ignored them, he finally found something. "There. This is it. I think... Looks like it. Let's see—aha! Map. But we can't print it. No printer in here. Can you remember this? I don't... I don't think I could right now."

"We can't be. We were traveling for only a couple of hours," Abel shot back. He hasn't quite realized that part of that trip was on an airplane yet mostly because he's never dealt with airplanes before.

"I can." He walked over and took a long moment to commit it to memory. Once he's memorized it completely, he turned to Cain. "I am ready. Shall we do something about this room?"

"Yet here we are," Cain said stubbornly. "It's only a two hour flight from Arizona to Texas. Why couldn't we be several states away from home? As if they'd take us to a dinky little lab a half hour drive away. Again," he allowed with a small shrug.

Cain tilted back in the chair just enough to give their surroundings one last look. He glanced up to the bank of screens, then nodded and stood up. "Trash 'em. That'll buy us time to get out of here." Rubbing at his eyes in a distracted moment, Cain added, "Then we can figure out where to go from there."

"Flight? We were on an airplane?" There's quite a bit of surprise in Abel's voice mixed with disappointment. He was hoping his first time in an airplane would be more memorable than getting kidnapped.

He eyed the chair for a moment before he mimed picking it up and thrashing it around, trying to signal to Cain what exactly he wants to do. Abel would just use his knives, but he doesn't want to know what would happen to his false body and the collar when hit by electricity from the screens. "I need the chair." Then he slaps Cain in the face. "Once we get out of this place, we are finding someplace safe so you can rest."

Cain nodded silently to the first one. There was no way for him to know of it for sure, but it made enough sense that he had little doubt of its truth. Right now was not the time to lament missed milemarkers in his brother's life after death. It just meant that he would have to take his brother out flying sometime when this was all over.

Reeling back just enough in response to the violent stimuli, Cain blinked widely and let it wash over and try to wake him up. The sting hardly lasted, but the boost was certainly there and helped him gain some focus. "Assuming we're close enough to such a place. I'll be okay, brother, let's just finish up and get going. We're so close."

After a moment, Abel picked up the chair and attacked the screens and controls with it until they're suitably destroyed and the chair isn't any better. It was quick and Abel is thorough with his destruction. That should give them enough of an advantage to get out without running into too many people.

"We will find one. And I will hit you more if that's what it takes." If he needs to keep on smacking his brother, he will. And if that doesn't work, Abel can get more violent, though it's doubtful that he would need to. They just need to get far enough away so that they can rest for a short while. "Are you ready to leave?"

"Of course," Cain answered readily. There would be no use in delaying them, especially after the commotion from the destruction. Plenty of people would be on their way to investigate, not the least being other security guards armed with their batons or possibly other scientists with more drugs. Cain wasn't sure which one he would rather not run into at that point.

He motioned for Abel to lead the way and made to follow him. Now it really was up to Abel, who had an idea of which direction to go, while Cain could do nothing but support him in their endeavor. Hopefully the Death Erasers didn't keep guard dogs anywhere.

Speaking of guard dogs, Abel bolted out of the room like a dog on a mission, leading Cain towards the exit at a good pace, but not enough for Cain to lag behind. For the first time since his capture, Abel feels confidant and looks as much, knowing exactly where he's going and that he's free from the Death Erasers for now. He stopped suddenly at the sound of voices coming towards them and it's too many for Abel and Cain to take on themselves, so Abel grabbed Cain and pulls them into a nearby room and shuts the door behind them.

When he finally looked around, he realized it was the locker room and tilted his head slightly at his brother. This would definitely be helpful for when they're finally out. "Go find yourself something to wear."

Sudden voices had Cain on edge, but before he could really react, Abel had already taken care of it by taking them aside. He paused in the doorway to absorb where they had ended up, then went down the aisle and opened several of the lockers at once. When he was done, he stood back to check out all of the contents. Only two of them looked like there was anything inside that would fit him and he tossed the clothes out into one pile to grab what looked easiest to wear. It turned out to be a simple polo shirt and a new pair of jeans not marred by a week's worth of sweat and grime, but it was infinitely better than his lack of cover before that had left him feeling fairly vulnerable.

As he rooted around in the other lockers for anything useful, he came across several wallets and began to pick out as much cash as he could find to stuff into his pockets. There were several sets of car keys to choose from, but eventually Cain refrained. Taking any particular keyring would tell the Death Erasers exactly which car to track down once they escaped and, even if they ditched it early on, would give them a direction to follow. No, Cain tossed the keys aside and finally stood. He was looking a bit woozy but determined to keep going.

"All right... Dressed and ready for school, bro. Bus here yet?" he asked, hands flopping down to his thighs. He didn't need another slap yet, but the change in pace had obviously inspired a different train of thought that he had been using to propel himself.

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