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Exposed Shadows	By : Yami-Neferbre Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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EXPOSED SHADOWS
A/N: Hello all....sorry this has taken so long, I’ve been really busy lately and haven’t had a lot of time to myself.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, or any of its characters, clearly…or it would have gone significantly more different.
Warning: This story contains graphic violent and sexual content, along with profanities. If you don’t like, don’t read; and if you read and cannot handle it, don’t complain to me, you’ve been warned.
CHAPTER SIX
TORONTO, CANADA
Sunday – 0800 – The House
Everything felt hazy, much akin to a hangover, only he didn’t have the pleasure of having been inebriated. His awkward position, and the cold of the room from being uncovered, hit him immediately afterwards. Groaning he blearily opened his eyes and glared down at his bizarre position, twisted oddly around his pillow, pressing it against his stomach which was protesting against the pressure. With a groan he rolled onto his back and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, shivering and piecing together the previous evening as he did so. He didn’t recognize himself, replaying the evening over and over all he could do was ball his fists in frustration. Dealing with what he experienced during the war had been tearing him apart enough, but with everything else coming back to the surface he couldn’t seem to stop his mind from spinning, from remembering. He thought he had been doing better, though apparently it was a façade. Over the years he had come to a point where he seemed to be able to function with the shadows lurking around the corner; keeping them at bay at the back of his mind, only surfacing when he was not in full control of his extensive shield which was only during sleep. He had never reacted like this, never broke down this badly. It clawed at his sanity, making him question just how tightly he had pulled the covers over his eyes just to exist, how much of a ghost he had turned himself into.
Realising that there was light filtering in from the supposedly closed door, he glanced over to it and sighed, a tell-tale thump on his bed and dark fur pressed up against him signalled that Hannibal had opened the door sometime during the night. Hannibal knew that all the doors in the house were old enough, and thus off kilter, that all he had to do was lean on it in a certain way and the lock mechanism would fail and the door would swing open. A warm smile graced his tired features as he stared down at Hannibal; the dog was near vibrating waiting for him to pet him. With a shake of his head he rubbed Hannibal’s stomach affectionately, murmuring out, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have closed the door on you.” A soft lick was the acceptance to his apology, then Hannibal was up and bounding towards the door, huffing as he went and making a show for Yami to follow. Peeking at the clock he glowered, it was barely past six. With a pained groan he sat up and stiffly swung his legs to the side of the bed, bare feet touching the cold carpet and scrunching up in protest. Rising he snatched a pair of socks from his dresser along with a hoodie; donning them he waved at Hannibal and followed him out into the main living area.
Popping the back door open he let Hannibal run outside. Leaving it open, enjoying the cold morning air, he quickly filled the tea kettle with water and flicked on the switch for it to boil. Leaning against the counter, arms crossed, not noticing his one hand tapping against his arm he exhaled deeply. He was supposed to meet with the chief at one o’clock this afternoon, but he could tell he wasn’t mentally acute enough to handle it, and physically he doubted he could do it either. Absently rubbing his stomach he retrieved the home phone and dialled the number to the chief. By the time the kettle was boiling he had been able to arrange for another meeting time on Tuesday, explaining to them the surgery and that he needed a few more days to recover. Clicking off the phone he quickly poured the hot water into a large cup with a ball filled with loose leaf tea and milk. Taking hold of the cup, using the sleeves of his hoodie to protect him from the mugs heat, he meandered outside and went to sit on the edge of the deck. Hannibal was waiting for him, neon lacrosse ball in his mouth. Ruffling the dogs head with a smile he took the ball and began their morning routine, minus the 5km run he usually did.
Lost in his head he barely noticed that nearly an hour had gone by since he had sat down, the remainder of his tea long gone cold; though Hannibal was still bounding with unrequited energy. Thus, he was startled out of his wits when the back door opened and Seto quietly emerged holding two cups of steaming liquid caffeine. Swallowing hard, gazing immediately dropping away, he sat stiffly as Seto strode over and sat down beside him. Gently, Seto plucked the cold cup from his hands and replaced it with the warm one he had just made. The CEO didn’t say a word; he merely sat a good foot away to give room and sipped on his coffee. Finding his voice, though he never looked up, Yami whispered, “Thank you.”
Quirking his head, Seto smiled warmly, “Hopefully I got it right, just milk?”
Nodding, Yami sipped the tea and almost melted at its warmth, free hand ducking out and taking the ball that Hannibal was offering and tossing it again. “I’m guessing, since you stayed the night, that you and Bakura were up late.”
Shrugging, expression nonchalant, Seto took a long gulp of his coffee, “Somewhat. I didn’t stay the night though; I slept in my own bed.”
Eyes narrowing, Yami finally looked up at him, “I didn’t say you could live here.” Then realisation dawned on him, and a deep frown creased his lips. “I suppose you are the only one that could stay and babysit me.”
Leaning back, Seto reached into his pocket, reminded by Yami’s statement and pulled out the medications. Thankfully, Yami didn’t protest, he simply held out his hand to receive the pills and swallowed them back. Putting the meds back in his housecoat pocket, Seto peered over at him. His colouring looked better, which was encouraging, and the hostility from last night seemed to be gone. “How are you feeling?”
Legs absently swinging over the edge of the deck Yami pressed his lips together, contemplating before speaking, and his words were careful. “I’m sorry about last night, I lost control.” Unknowingly, his head dropped in shame, body almost cradling the cup in his hands. “This whole mess…I don’t even recognize myself.”
“You at least took the help; I probably would have laughed at it. And, in terms of last night, I think we all overreacted, it was definitely not any of our finest hours.”
Processing the statement Yami smiled when he found the humour in it, “Well, at least you didn’t have to be dunked in a cold shower.”
Acquiescing, grinning slightly, “True, however you’ll hear no complaints from me. Yugi had to knock you out last time.” Seeing the quirked brow Seto chuckled again. “If you had a sore neck the next morning, you can blame your cousin for it.”
“Wonderful,” Yami scowled, though with no conviction, taking a long appreciative gulp of his tea he shook his head. “Regardless…I haven’t been this discombobulated, not even after I escaped was I like this.”
Expression gentle, Seto smiled at him, a tentative hand reaching out and touching Yami’s shoulder, almost breathing an internal sigh of relief when the man did not retract away from him. Soothingly, he rubbed Yami’s shoulder, massaging into tense muscles, “I don’t blame you. A lot has happened in the past week. A lot of things have been drudged up.”
Seto’s tender ministrations radiated both pleasure and relaxation through him, calming him and allowing him to close his eyes and appreciate the attention to sore muscles. Fear didn’t filter through him as it had before, his mind realising this and slowly he glanced over at Seto in surprise; tranquillity wafted over him from the CEO, the man virtually exuding it and swatting aside any insecurities that tried to surface. Blinking, head whirling, he thought about retracting; but more of him wanted to stay still and enjoy the sensations. Seto seemed to sense this, shuffling up beside him and putting aside his coffee so that both hands could massage deep into tense muscles. There was nothing else behind the action, just comfort, and it calmed Yami completely to the point where he nearly forgot about the cup of tea in his hands. Feeling it slip and nearly spill he clutched it tighter, eyes snapping open he peered up into dark cerulean orbs, seeing the mirth in them he let out a small laugh and Seto copied him.
In that moment, Yami was able to truly see Seto for the first time, the mental fog gone and the world oddly clear around him. Tracing over dark chestnut hair, smooth angular features, broad shoulders and a long lean physique he felt his face heat up and he instinctively dropped his gaze away and tried to quell the thoughts rising in his head. He didn’t succeed; gaze unable to turn away from those piercing eyes that belonged to the striking man beside him.
Seeing the dark blush, and catching an appreciative glint in those crimson eyes, Seto grinned. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to stare?” He laughed when Yami clumsily straightened and darted his attention away, flicking it towards Hannibal and throwing the ball for him again. “I don’t mind.”
Cheeks heating up to the point of being unbearable Yami tried to distract himself by drinking back his tea and kicking the ball for Hannibal. He felt ridiculous, probably because he had buried those emotions and physical needs years ago, never mind truly appreciated the attractiveness of another person. Hearing Seto speaking to him he forced himself to acknowledge him, quelling down the heat rising in him as he did so.
“When are you supposed to have this meeting today,” Seto questioned divertingly, watching Yami attentively and pleased when the man visibly relaxed.
Hannibal snaked his way between Yami’s legs, resting his head up against his master’s belly, tea was put aside and two hands began to gently rub his ears. Contemplating, Yami absorbed the statement and sighed deeply, shoulder’s visibly slouching. “I rescheduled it; it was supposed to be this afternoon, I got it moved to Tuesday morning.” Head bowing, eyes closing, he tried to draw comfort from petting the canine’s head. “I know that you two are against it, but it’s happening regardless. Though, I need to go into this with a level head and a little bit stronger of a foundation.”
Pursing his lips, Seto leaned back, holding himself up by the hands that extended behind him. “Probably for the best, if you’re going to do it you may as well have your nerves settled.” Catching Yami peering at him, expression apprehensive but attentive, he continued. “I know we cannot stop you. I also know that the slight chance that this has to working is more than likely worth the risk, doesn’t mean I have to like it. All I can do is hope.”
Humming in the back of his throat, averting back to focusing on Hannibal, Yami exhaled and inhaled deeply trying to calm his nerves. Overwhelmed, still too tired to fully process everything, he tried to divert the conversation. “There is no such thing as light conversation with you is there?”
Brow quirking, Seto grunted in an attempt not to laugh, “This coming from Mr. Serious?”
Firmly fingering him, Yami could not hold back the smile that crept across his lips as Seto’s insistent laughter filled the air from his action. The smile lingered, eyes softening while peering at Seto, whom composed himself and struck up a statement about local politics. He remained relaxed, enjoying the company even though they both pitted back and forth between each other about Canadian and US politics and economics, along with trading ideas on the subjects. Between all this, Hannibal still gained his exercise, intermitted Yami and or Seto threw or kicked the ball for him. They stayed like that for nearly two hours, the sun fully coming up and warming them. Both were completely at ease in each other’s company and enjoyed the heat of the rising sun.
Standing with his own coffee in hand, Bakura quietly watched them through the window in the door. He hadn’t summoned up the courage yet to face Yami, especially after the rash comment he made last night. Anger and shock abated, he had internally debated out this morning last night’s events and the issues that were brought up, especially the meeting with the Chief. He could see the sense in the plan his friend hand conjured up; even if its risks were far higher. If they could get the Chief’s support, they at least would have the fire power of the police if needed; and it would help later on with any criminal charges that may come from whatever they drudge up, especially with how they may have to obtain it. With that support, they were all less likely to go to prison if something went awry. Legal immunity was a strong weapon, he could attest to that. Part of him also felt assured that it could actually work. He had dropped so many hints and supporting documents to the Chief during his time period undercover, exposing far more than the Bratva knew he had. The biggest supporting argument he had given the Chief early on was Yevgeny’s connections to the organization, even though vague; especially towards trafficking children into the underground sex market in Europe. He had even leaked proof that Yevgeny’s tastes ran deeper, hinting towards him being a participating member. A few purchasing records had done the trick; though they were not enough to secure a conviction. This could work, so long as the Chief had remained uncorrupted and was willing to take the risk of having them running around unmonitored. However, the risk probability was causing panic to rise within him, and it was hard to quell.
Hearing the sound of an engine, along with the crunch of gravel Bakura swivelled and narrowed his eyes, “The hell,” he murmured. Trudging across the room he peered out the front window and paled, instantly recognizing the green Volkswagen rabbit and its crew cut ginger haired occupant. Cursing under his breath he dropped his head with a dramatic exhale. “Just great so much for a quiet morning.”
The back door opened with a creek, Yami and Seto both entering with Hannibal at their heels. Clearly they had both heard the vehicle because they both stared at him in question; any alarm that had risen was gone just by seeing Bakura’s demeanour. Brow furrowing, Yami piped up, “Who is it?”
Expression annoyed Bakura knowingly unlocked the door and all but stomped into the kitchen, intent on making a stronger pot of coffee, tone dripping with sarcasm. “My favourite person.”
Seeing Yami’s eye widen in understanding then a deep set frown, Seto dared to ask, “Should I be concerned?”
Yami shook his head at him, preparing to answer however the door bursting open then slamming shut cut off any attempt Yami had at answering, along with the boisterous and heavy Australian accent greeting, “Ello Ello! Did you miss me Serge?”
“How many times do I have to tell you to lay off, I’m not your Sergeant anymore.” Shoulder’s slouching, giving Bakura a gracious nod when said man turned the kettle on and stole his cold tea from him; Yami peered across the house watching Hannibal bound over and greet the man whom had just ruined the peace of his morning. Built like a stereotypical military man, thick through the shoulders and lean, though not much taller than Bakura he grinned at them with boat loads of energy.
A goofy grin was Yami’s tell-tale signal and he simply signed and relaxed as his friend winked at him, trounced over, and tightly embraced him. “You’ll always be Serge to me, now let me get started on the grub.” Only now, as he held them up, did Yami notice the grocery bags in his hands. Grinning more, he winked again and shuffled past into the kitchen, using a shooing motion to get both Seto and Bakura out. “Let the master work ‘ere, mates, and you’ll have a damn good brekky in no time.”
Not bothering to protest Yami scratched the back of his head, peering across apologetically at both Seto and Bakura. Waving at his friend, then towards Seto, he muttered an exhausted introduction. “Kevin, this is Seto, Karel’s new protégé.”
A burly hand gripped his and shook it vigorously, startling Seto into nearly dropping his coffee. Resisting being offended, or at least letting it show, Seto gave a slight bow at him, “It’s a pleasure…”
“Wait, he’s old stuffy coat’s future replacement,” Kevin stated in shock, firm hold still around Seto’s hand, bright eyes snapping over to Yami with a quirked brow. “And he’s in your house, and alive?”
Yanking his had away, inspecting it quickly for returning circulation, Seto snarled out, “Fine observation skills you have.” Catching the sharp glare Yami gave him; he straightened and sat down at the island with a huff.
Coming up to lean against the counter, crimson eyes watching Bakura quickly duck in to make three cups of coffee and one of tea, Yami exhaled deeply and willed some patience into his system. “What the hell are you doing here Kev, especially this early?”
Two pots clambering onto the stove, pack of bacon being slit and the burners being turned on, Kevin by passed the question with his own, “So, how’re you doing, and don’t lie – I felt you cradling your tummy when I hugged ya.”
Stiffening, Yami ground out, “Minor surgery, something ruptured and caused some internal bleeding.”
Kevin glared at him, expression annoyed and knowing, “What the hell did you swallow this time?” Seeing Seto and Bakura both stiffen furthered his suspicions, flipping the bacon and cracking a few eggs into another pan he continued. “A bit of a strong cocktail I am guessing, strong enough to perforate your intestines, painkillers are usually the culprit for that.” Catching Yami’s stiff but almost nonchalant shrug, expression unchanging, Kevin scowled further. “Stubborn jack ass, when will you learn. Shit was fucked up in the war, and before that, I know. Doesn’t mean life ain’t worth living, too many people give a shit about you.”
“Well, lucky for you I got badgered into getting help. Satisfied?”
Eyes narrowed, Kevin kept his gaze on Yami while continuing to cook. “I saw you on the news the other day too. Hero cop saves restaurant full of patrons from a Bratva member. Want to tell me ‘bout that?”
Remaining stoic, Yami stated evenly, “There was a reported disturbance, I was dispatched there, just got lucky that there was enough reaction time to get almost everyone out before they even entered the dining area. Textbook suicide by cop.”
“Eh, try again,” Kevin grunted, pulling the bacon out of the pan, adding more eggs, and moving to start putting some bread in the toaster.
“What else do you want to know Kev,” came Yami’s warning tone.
Chuckling wryly, Kevin continued to putter around as he countered, “They showed a shot of you and pretty boy here getting into a cab after. You weren’t moving too well, and most of the blood on you was clearly not yours. Mind explainin’ that?”
“Got a few stiches, two grazed bullets. Like I said; suicide by cop, it got a little messy.”
Buttering the popped toast, Kevin asked Bakura to come around and scoop the eggs out of the pan. He could see Seto visibly vibrating, resisting saying anything; his behaviour only confirming more for him. “I know it was Kuzma that you shot, stop trying to down play this.”
Unable to stay quiet any longer, Seto burst out, “He was set up…!”
Finger wagging in a chastising manner, Kevin glared at Seto, “I want to hear it from him, not you.” Ignoring Seto’s audible growl, he grabbed up a few plates from the cupboards along with cutlery and trekked over to the table. Setting it, he gave an appreciative smile to Bakura, whom had brought all the food over. They all gathered around the table, taking their seats quietly and dishing out the food. Yami was petting his crutch, Hannibal’s head resting attentively in his lap, further signalling to Kevin that he was on the right track. Chewing on a piece of bacon, he glanced across at his friend, whom was watching him cautiously. “What exactly happened Serge, and don’t try and hide it, I already know far more about it than you think I do mate.”
“Then why badger it out of me, it would only repeat what you supposedly already know,” answered the cop stiffly, annoyance clear, along with internally cursing himself at forgetting just how wide Kevin’s reach was. His friend was damn good at gathering information; he was especially good at blending into groups and meandering around on the streets and pawning information. It’s one of the things that made him a good soldier, and a damn good undercover officer with CSIS. Much like him, Kevin had been recruited as soon as they were back from their last tour in Afghanistan. Except instead of being taken in by the police, as Yami chose instead of following him, Kevin joined CSIS. However, Kevin’s skills at bleeding information from people immediately got him pushed into the drug and international gang units, the rest is self-explanatory.
Cocking his head, Kevin cracked the yoke on one of his eggs then fished it messily onto one of his pieces of toast. Taking a large bite he lazily grinned, “Because I trust you more than my sources; and I’m allowed to be concerned, you’re one of my mates, your safety is high priority. Especially after how many times you saved my ass in Iraq.”
“I was the medic, keeping you alive was my job when I wasn’t doing K9 specific activities.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it!”
“Kevin, lay off..!”
“Shut it Bakura. I say again, I want to hear it from him. Comprende?”
Snarling the undercover cop clenched his fists, “He doesn’t have to tell you!”
As if swatting away a pesky fly, Kevin made a shooing motion without looking at him, “Calm down you overprotective bastard, he can stand on his own two legs, you’ve been forcing him to lean on you for far too damn long.” Ignoring Bakura audible growl, along with Seto’s clenching posture; he kept his attention trained on Yami, said crimson eyes had yet to falter. “Remember Serge, you saved my ass enough in that war for me to owe you a lifetime worth of gratitude.”
“We’re even,” Yami stated tightly. “You kept me alive after the IED explosion. That’s enough.”
“Nah nah, nice try,” Kevin said with a wry grin. “I didn’t save you; you pulled some miracle outta your ass and stayed alive when you should have been dead ten times over. That had nothing to do with me. All Brett and I did was sit there and do exactly what you told us to do to keep you and ourselves alive. Dammit Serge I am here to help, but I need your honesty.”
Sighing Yami shook his head, partially in annoyance and some in appreciation; he could never hide much from Kevin and he didn’t know why he continued to try. He also knew just how bull-headed Kevin could be, and acquiesced only because he did not feel like fighting for hours. Between mouthfuls of food, and with the odd add-in from Seto or Bakura, he gave a brief but sufficient explanation of the happenings of the past week and a half. Finished, along with sufficiently full from breakfast, he sat back in his chair and sipped down the rest of his tea, quietly eyeing Kevin.
“So, everything has had a deadline put on it then,” Kevin stated, tone serious, seeing all three men nod he scratched the back of his neck in thought, one foot tapping on the hardwood floor. “Have you spoken to Chief Perris yet?”
“Tuesday morning.”
Foot still tapping, Kevin glanced over to Bakura, “How much have you been able to leak lately, since Freeborn side railed you?”
Shoulder’s slouching, annoyed but not surprised, Bakura grunted after taking a long swig of his luke-warm coffee. “Not much. Until a week ago that had been restricting my access, controlling what I could leak. Thankfully they do not know all of what I passed to the chief prior, but in the past year there hasn’t been much I’ve had access to. Just merchandise drops that the Pakhan and Arik wanted sabotaged, and kill off or have arrested a few unwanted’s.”
Finger joining in his rhythmic tapping, Kevin pursed his lips in thought and clicked his tongue, “I’ve been storing a lot of information about the Cheka-Soldaty lately. Specifically about Yevgeny, Dmitri and Svenkov; they haven’t been very careful with a lot of their business endeavours, especially the blackmail they have gathered against other corporations. The bugger’s have become cocky.” Suddenly stopping his tapping, Kevin peered across at Yami intensely. “I’ve been in-contact with a few undercover operatives in the UK, Russia and Belgium; they have proof that Yevgeny is connected to a large child sex-ring that the Bratva are running in Europe. The Cheka-Soldaty have been employed by the Solntsevskaya bratva to run it, there is a profit split of about 60-40. Most of the work is in Sweden with a gang of marginal merit.”
Bakura grunted, rising up he began gathering up the dishes. “Sounds like we have a lot more backing than we thought.”
Grinning, Kevin drummed his hands on the table for dramatic effect, “Damn Skippy we do. I’ll go in and bug the chief tomorrow, give him the documents that I’ve been holding onto. I’ll make copies of them all tonight.”
Yami mirrored the grin, “Sounds like a plan.”
Monday - 2100hrs – Chartwell Rd, Oakville Estate Homes, Toronto
Giggling rang down the hallway, reaching Annushka’s ears and widening the beaming smile on her face. Silk pale pink nightgown kissing her skin, thick cashmere housecoat keeping her warm and slipper covered feet clicking she trekked the rest of the way down the hall. Reaching the room at the end she peeked in, expression mock stern as she dramatically placed her hands on her hips and cleared her throat. Buried in pillows, blankets and stuffed animals, her daughter giggled loudly, cherubic cheeks blushing. Yevgeny glanced over his shoulder at her from where he sat on the edge of the bed, pretending to look ashamed as he closed the book in his lap. Trying to keep her expression stern, she crossed her arms, “Someone is up way past her bedtime. Seven-year-old little girls should not be up this late.”
“But Mamochka, we haven’t finished our story yet,” the little girl pouted, sweet little voice protesting in Russian, tightly squeezing the white teddy bear in her arms. “Papa promised!”
Unable to resist the smile, she turned her attention to her husband, “Come darling, Anzhelika has school in the morning.”
With a defeated sigh, Yevgeny turned and kissed his daughter on the forehead, tenderly rubbing her cheek he stared down at a near mirror image of his beautiful wife. “Good night sweetheart, I will see you tomorrow after school, Papa has to be at work early tomorrow.”
Pouting again, Anzhelika held her bear tighter, laying down she allowed her father to tuck her in and flick off the light on the nightstand. “You promised you would be there for my ballet tomorrow!”
Smiling, still sitting on the edge of the bed, he tapped her on the nose affectionately, “And I will be, that is why I have to go into work early, so that I can be able to leave and see you dance.”
“Ok,” she murmured, waving a small hand at Annushka. “Nighty night Mamochka.”
Smiling, Annushka blew her a kiss as Yevgeny rose and strode towards her carefully through the now barely lit room, “I love you my sweet, sleep tight.” Yevgeny copied her, blowing a kiss at their daughter before he closed the door. A hand snaked around her waist and turned her, gently pulling her along down the hallway, a soft kiss pressing against her cheek as they moved. Tangling her hand in the one of his at her waist, she beamed up at him. “She has you tightly wrapped around her little fingers.”
He chuckled, winking at her, “Just like the other woman in my life.”
Playfully, she slapped his shoulder, a soft laugh escaping her. “As it should be!” The warm smile that met her in the dim light of the hall caused her knees to weaken, the things just his smiles could do to her was limitless. Then, she remembered something, fishing into her housecoat pocket she pulled out a clear CD case with a DVD on it. Holding it up, she stared at the odd numbered coding on it and held it out to him. “I found this in the DVD collection, I’ve never seen it before, I guessed it was yours.”
Body tightening, then forcibly relaxing, Yevgeny gently took the disk from her and quickly pocketed it, “It is, a video for work, it will bore you.”
Quirking a brow she averted and heading into the bedroom beside them, their room, “I guessed so. I am going to bed, are you darling?”
“Yes, I am just going to put this away first, warm the bed for me?”
She smiled, nodded, and disappeared into the darkness of the room, clicking the door closed behind her. His face tightened immediately, pulling the disk out of his pocket he hurriedly made his way down the glass stairs and towards his study. He did not know how this got out, hopefully he had taken it out in one of his drunken stupors and that it was not his daughter going into his study again and rooting around.
Opening and roughly closing the door behind him, he stared down at the disk in his hand, memories instantly stirring and tempting him to stay up a little longer and re-watch the tape as he constantly did. It was one of about ten disks loaded with recorded videos, videos of when the young Raske had been in his custody. The memories filtered through him, lust stirring rapidly, fists clenching he resisted putting the video on and finishing himself from the images and the sensations that were raging through him. Cursing he pulled out a thick dictionary from the shelf and flipped it open, the centre was hallowed, the pages glued together. The rest of the disks sat within, undisturbed. Placing it where it belonged he slammed the book closed and put it back on the top shelf of the bookcase.
Body long betraying him, his skin hot and intense lust burned deep within him, he snarled and balled his fists. Just thinking about the boy, the intense pleasure that raged through him from what he had done to him, and especially his appreciation for his now impressive physique and thankfully limited height growth. To this day, Yami hadn’t aged, he had only broadened and built lean muscle. His tastes, at least for boys, normally ran towards the ages of ten to seventeen – still young and youthful and generally still childlike. Yami defied everything about that, his youthfulness had endured even if he had clearly matured further, though the boy he had defiled had already been mature beyond his years. He was the only one that had held his attention for this long, created this deep seed within him that only that body and defiant spirit could satisfy.
Cursing again he tried to calm himself, exiting the room he made for the stairs. His needs needed to be satiated, even though Annushka was not what his loins were currently stirring for; she would easily curb the intensity. Striding intently up the stairs he kept the images fresh within his mind, this would only curb his desire, give him a quick release and he knew it. But, he needed something, something to satisfy him until he could feel that body fighting and screaming beneath him again.

Tuesday – 0845 – The House
Yawning, Yugi foggily watched from the island as Yami trekked around the house purposefully with Hannibal closely at his heels. Chugging back a large amount of strong coffee, he melted at its warmth and thanked it for keeping him from getting dizzy. Yami was a whirl wind, everything he did was in a logical order and done quickly with precision, but it was done far too fast for Yugi’s tired mind. They were the only ones in the house; Seto had left around seven for work, and Bakura had followed not long after, stating that he had a large amount of stuff to do at the base. Taking another appreciative gulp of his coffee, Yugi pipped up as Yami emerged from his bedroom still pulling on a thick sweater overtop of his t-shirt that was tucked into dark blue police pants clearly a few sizes too large, “Is a belt honestly going to hold those up, they are way too big for you.”
Blinking in question, then mind clearly clicking, Yami glared at him half-heartedly, “This is the size I always wear. They’re comfortable.”
“Those go beyond lose and comfortable. They look at least a size or two bigger than you would need to have them at the proper size for what you are going for.” Seeing Yami shrug and dart into the kitchen to retrieve his cup of tea, Yugi scowled. “Honestly, do you own anything other than sweats or military and police gear?”
“No,” was the firm response. “Fashionable clothes are the least of my worries; comfort and workability is.”
Rolling his eyes and huffing, Yugi directed a firm expression at him; Yami merely stared back with equal firmness. “That’s only half of it. You’re not hiding anything with them; it doesn’t take a genius to be able to tell what’s being covered up, you move with too much assertion and strength to hide your body.”
Jaw popping, Yami averted and placed his cup on the counter, “What’s your point.”
Softening, Yugi reached across the island and placed a hand on Yami’s, gaining a stiffening of muscles and dark crimson eyes to clash with him he sighed deeply. “You’re not going to gain any kind of confidence in yourself by trying to hide. I understand that you don’t want any untoward attention. But, true confidence in oneself comes more than just from within, it has to be externally emphasized as well. It shows people that you care about yourself, that you are confident in everything about yourself. You already have the posturing down pat; wearing complimentary clothes will just solidify it. By hiding, you are showing your insecurities right out in the open; and let’s be honest, people have vivid imaginations and will quite happily stare you down and picture what’s underneath whether you want them to or not. In fact, by hiding, you make yourself a target for people that think you would be easy prey.”
Yami understood the logic behind it, especially since Yugi explained it so bluntly, but a large part of him rebelled. Pulling his hand out from under Yugi’s he picked up his cup and leaned against the far counter, exterior prickly. “I don’t care.”
Groaning Yugi rubbed his forehead in exasperation, “Sure, keep telling yourself that,” he quipped. “We’ve seen what good that has done for you so far, right.”
Hurt and annoyance high, Yami finished his tea, knuckles white while he angrily avoided acknowledging his cousin. Placing the empty cup in the dishwasher he went to grab his jacket and a pair of shoes, “If beating me down is the real reason you came over here, you’ve succeeded. I’ll drive myself, I need a level head and you seem hell bent on me not succeeding.”
Feeling as if he had been slapped without the cursory hand, Yugi internally cussed. Sliding off his chair he darted across the room to block Yami from getting to the door, standing firmly in front of him he extended his hands in the air in a placating manner. Receiving a heated glare, he frowned deeply, “You cannot be driving yet, if you get into any sort of accident your internal and external stitches will burst!” Arms crossed and dark eyes continued to stare at him, expression unchanging. “I’m sorry, alright? I’ve become really blunt and somewhat spiteful in how I talk, you can thank my previous job and ex-wife for that. I said all of this out of genuine concern and want to help; my mouth unfortunately ran away with me.”
Jaw locking Yami held firm, “Fine, you can still drive,” pulling the keys out of his pocket and hanging them back up beside the door, grabbing the ones for Yugi’s SUV he handed them over to his cousin. “But, if you want to talk, hold your damn tongue when it comes to your criticisms. I know how fucked I am without you and everyone else constantly reminding me.”
Hearing the restrained frustration in Yami’s tone, Yugi’s shoulders slouched dramatically and his expression fell. He had gone too far, yet again his mouth had got the better of him, a flaw of his own that he could not seem to correct. Listlessly taking the key he nodded before pulling on his own jacket and shoes. Posture defeated, he silently followed Yami out of the house, locking the door then headed towards his Honda CRV that was parked out front, Hannibal following closely behind his partner. Clambering in, after Yami got Hannibal into the backseat and hooked in both clicked on their seatbelts in complete silence, the only sound being the roar of the engine when Yugi turned the key in the ignition. Gravel crunched under the tires, the vehicle pulling out of the driveway and backing onto the street. Straightening the steering wheel Yugi headed off to the main police headquarters downtown.
They remained silent. Yugi, intermitted, glanced over at Yami through the corner of his eye. His cousin had an odd nervous habit, though it was creepily identical to Atemu’s. He would rub his thumb over the nail of his index finger, every once in a while flicking it to make an almost snapping sound. As his nervousness increased, so did the frequency of the snapping, along with subtly chewing on his lip. He could tell Yami was tense; he had been riled up all morning; constantly pacing, unable to stay still for more than a few seconds, snappy and overtly sensitive. Both Seto and Bakura had called him out on it already, which probably did not help his comments earlier; Yami was already long on the defensive. When Yami’s second hand started doing the rub and flicking, Yugi frowned and murmured out carefully, “Should I give you an Ativan?”
Realising what he was doing, the pressure he had been imputing on his fingers starting to bruise, Yami exhaled deeply and sat back, head resting against the headrest, crimson eyes closed tightly. “I’ve got enough drugs in me as it is…”
“Talk it out?”
Eyes opening, he sideward peered at Yugi, tone cautious, “Not sure if that’s wise.”
Realising that this was as close to an apology acceptance as he was going to get, Yugi smiled at him warmly, “You’re wound up tighter than a windup toy. If you go off on the chief like you have to the rest of us this morning, it won’t be well received.”
“I doubt any of this is going to be well received,” Yami stated honestly, hand coming up to fish his fingers into his bangs and rub his temple. “I am about to tell my boss that I lied to the police years ago, that I stayed silent instead of spilling everything that happened. How good will it honestly look for me to say that I knew I was taken because of a corrupted drug deal gone awry, that my father had collaborated with the Bratva and created some sort of vile product and held onto it. My father not only owes them the withheld product, but a hell of a lot of money for the deal that Yevgeny had with the Russian Military that he kyboshed. I also have to admit that I knew Freeborn was a mole, that I had to respond to his every beck and call, cover his ass far more than I should have. And, I have to tell him that I was forbidden from being near the Bratva, so I will be admitting that I avoided all calls that would come up that involved them. I’m a liability…not an asset…that’s all I’m really proving today.” Other hand lifting to fist in his bangs he bowed his head. “If this works, it’s worth the hell that comes before it. If it doesn’t, which is highly likely, I’m jobless and several steps back from finding that fucking product and shutting that fucker down. There’s an even higher likelihood that I get prosecuted for it and end up in prison.”
Pulling up to a light Yugi turned enough in his seat so he could take in full inventory of his cousin, heart tightening at the completely defeated posture Yami had taken, he darted his hand out and took a gentle hold of one of Yami’s shaking hands. Attention back on the road, he squeezed the hand tightly, “It’ll work, something has to give, the universe isn’t that much of a bitch that it will keep dealing you horrible cards over and over again. Have some faith, and gain back that confidence you had in the decision originally.”
Exhaling shakily Yami forced himself to relax, hands dropping down he continued to tightly hold Yugi’s hand with both of his, “It’s a sound and logical idea, the only solid one I have had, aside from straight out beating the information out of Karel.”
“We both know you’d regret that one,” Yugi stated firmly, catching the indifferent shrug of Yami’s shoulders he scowled. “He’s your father Yami, you might hate him right now but I cannot imagine you stooping that low.”
He grinned darkly, a wry laugh escaping him, “I love how I am the only one that receives that lecture. Good old Daddy has never had someone other than me slap him in the face with ‘stooping so low’ that he abandoned his child to a monster and paedophile. But, how remiss of me to think that he could possibly be that horrible – the constant, ‘He treats Lysbet like a princess, you must have done something to make him despise you so much’, or it’s because I didn’t obey him and stick with my first career path, or join him in the business.” Another deep wry laugh, crimson eyes darkened. “I survived…and she didn’t…since then I have just been a ghost to remind him of it.”
Stunned, stammering as he tried to remain focused on the road, Yugi blurted out, “What, what do you mean?”
Shrugging, almost indifferently if not for his darkened eyes and sour expression, Yami crossed his arms and stared forward, “I’ve dealt with life or death situations before, coordinated military operations, executed some pretty grotesque missions including all out massacres. I don’t understand why speaking to the chief is so fucking difficult.”
Trying to abide by Yami’s clear wish to not further discuss his outburst, Yugi pursed his lips in thought and then murmured out, “It’s full of a lot of unknowns, probably more than you are used to, with military based missions all the probabilities are decipherable and or expected. Just remember; if it’s worth it then it wouldn’t be easy.”
Somnolently, Yami smiled at him, “I suppose so.” Heaving a sigh he relaxed back in his seat, eyes peering through the window. “Rei texted me, mentioning some sort of dance recital she has tonight…is that her version of a hint?”
A soft chuckle emitted from Yugi, nodding his head while turning onto the last street towards the main headquarters. “Yes, yes it is. She wants you to come obviously. It’s at seven, at the studio.”
Pursing his lips, Yami began rubbing and flicking his fingers again, “She’ll hate me if I don’t go, won’t she…”
Grinning Yugi chuckled again, “Yep, she holds grudges like you wouldn’t believe. It would take a lot before she would talk to you again. She’s quite stubborn, like someone else I know,” he laughed further when Yami sent him a half-hearted glare. Pulling into the parking lot Yugi hunted for a spot, finally finding one he guided the SUV into it and popped the transmission into park. Hearing Yami’s seatbelt clicking he quickly darted his hand out and rested it on his cousin’s shoulders, gaining his attention before he ducked out of the car. “I’ll wait here. Remember Yami, this changes nothing, no matter what happens we will figure this out. None of us will let them have you...”
“That’s not what worries me,” Yami stated, eyes narrowing. “They can do what they want to me, I don’t care about that.”
Confused, Yugi quirked his head, “Then what?”
Yami tensed, he thought Yugi had heard the entire conversation between him and Arik, but apparently not. “My family’s lives are at stake…all of you are more important to me…there is no way in hell I’ll sit back and let them kill you.”
“What!?” Yugi faltered boisterously, paling considerably. “You sure, I don’t recall that part.”
Stiffly, Yami nodded, “I have three months, well, two and half almost at this point, to get that product back to them.”
A thought clicked, and Yugi narrowed his eyes, “I don’t think they’re serious. It would cause too much of a media frenzy, would draw too much attention if they wiped out an entire family. They said it to scare you, there’s no way they would kill all of us, and they wouldn’t get away with it.” Seeing a switch flick in Yami’s mind, he squeezed the man’s shoulder again. “It was to scare you, and it worked. No, they have something smaller planned, coupled with the threat of taking you back. Challenge them on it; there is no way they are that stupid.”
“Maybe,” Yami murmured.
“And just for clarity, since we are on this subject. Why were you forced to stay away from the Bratva? Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose of Yevgeny’s obsession with you; wouldn’t he want an excuse to kidnap you again?”
“Oppression. It’s more to keep me in line and from exposing them than anything else. I am a liability to them because I escaped, especially with all the knowledge I have of them. Also, my face might be known to pretty much all members of the Bratva, but not all of them know Yevgeny’s obsession. If I was caught by any of them when a higher up wasn’t there, I’d be shot on the spot, no questions asked. It would be assumed that I am breaking my silence and jeopardizing them.”
“Makes sense,” Yugi murmured, second hand drumming his fingers on the wheel. “It just confused me, it seemed really roundabout.”
“I never said it was sensible.”
“True enough. Now, go in and get the chief behind you, I know you can do it you just need to have some confidence in yourself. You’ve got this!”
Dumbly, and surprised at the sudden positivity, Yami nodded and gave the hand on his shoulder a thankful squeeze. Clicking the vehicle door open he clambered out, popping open the backseat to allow Hannibal to follow suit. Tapping on the window he waved at Yugi with a nervous smile, peering up at the looming building he exhaled apprehensively then trekked forward. The morning air was damp and cold, clinging to the downpour that had transpired during the night. Shoving his hands into his pocket he, while avoiding puddles, strode quickly to the back door heading into the building. Hannibal wasn’t cooperating on the whole avoiding the puddles bit, as if out of spite from being forced to come, he pounced in every puddle and seemed to grin when Yami glared at him.
ID badge out he scanned it against the keypad, seeing the light flick from red to green he wrenched the door open and stepped into the warmth. His glare returned to his partner when Hannibal dramatically shook out the water he had trapped in his fur from the puddles, “Stop being an ass.” Hannibal gave a quiet bark and a look of innocence, as if offended that he was accused of something so horrible. Rolling his eyes Yami walked through the entrance hallway, bypassing the armoury and the changing areas and straight into the main office area.
Everything was stark; concrete stairs, tinted windows, dark tile, and metal railings. The hustle and bustle livened it up, several officers were meandering around chattering and teasing. He gained a few waves, which he returned while trudging up the stairs at the far end of the office. Reaching the second floor, a familiar face greeted him, peaking over a cubicle desk with a few other officers sitting with him and laughing at something on the computer monitor. Brow quirking, Yami merely shook his head as Graham waved at him, excused himself, and came bounding over.
Big burly arm wrapping around his shoulder, other hand darting down to rub Hannibal’s seeking head, he smiled down at him, “What are you up to, I thought you were on stress leave?”
“I am,” Yami answered, encouraging Graham to move with him towards the elevator at the far end of the landing. Pushing the button for the top floor, Yami whispered. “I’m here to see the chief, spill the beans and see if we can get his support.”
Clearly stunned, albeit impressed, Graham followed him into the elevator, waiting for the door to close before speaking. “Sounds like a good plan to me. Risky as sin, but a good one nonetheless.”
Lips quirked into a half smile, “Thanks, you’re one of the only ones not to tell me to tuck tail and run.”
Shrugging, a comical expression following, Graham stated quickly, “Well, it makes sense. With what you may have to do to get that information, its better having the Chief’s immunity then going into it vigilante style and ending up in prison afterwards. If you ask me, prison would just kind of eradicate everything you’ll have worked towards. Am I right?”
Yami blinked, internally slapping himself for not thinking of the last bit, “I didn’t even think about that.”
Graham winked at him playfully punching his shoulder, “You may be the smart one, but, every once in while I will think up things you won’t. You’re a realist, and a bit of a pessimist; I’m a realist and an optimist. Opposite frames of mind create more magic than identical ones.”
Smiling warmly, Yami stepped out of the elevator after the doors chimed and slowly opened. “Two heads are better than one,” at that Graham chuckled. “Is Emmy in the recital tonight? Yugi mentioned that Rei had one, I thought they were in the same dance academy.”
Striding down a long hallway, floor to ceiling tinted glass to their right and a blank wall with the odd door to the left and one at the far end of the hall, Graham tucked his hands into his pant pockets. “Yes, it’s sort of a dry run for their season finale at the end of May. Smooth out the kinks I guess.” Suddenly stopping, Graham took hold of Yami’s shoulder with a shaking hand, seeing Yami staring at him in confusion he exhaled deeply. He had been waiting for the right time to say this, but no other time had popped up yet. Now was better than never. “I know why you gave Lysbet the vest – thank you, stupid and selfless as it was thank you. The idea of Lysbet being harmed is terrifying enough, but now...”
Features softening, Yami’s warm smile returned, “She’s my sister Graham, her and Emmy are the most important people in my life. I was not going to allow anything to happen to her and the baby because of my fuck ups. Losing Mom was hard enough on her, I do not want her to experience losing a child.”
“Regardless, thank you, and thank you for keeping quiet.”
“You two are going to need to talk to Karel soon,” Yami quipped. “You’re lucky as it is that at nearly six months she’s barely showing. If this pregnancy is anything like Emmy’s, that baby is going to make it’s presence known fast.”
Sheepishly scratching the back of his head, Graham pursed his lips, “I know, but Lysbet’s being stubborn, seems to be a family trait.”
Dramatically spreading his arms Yami teasingly grinned at him, “Welcome to the family, pre-warning Karel wasn’t too thrilled the first time Lysbet had a baby out of wedlock, but at least he had picked the bastard. You’re a cop like me not a rich tycoon, so good luck.”
Going pale, Graham stammered, “Well aren’t you a bed of roses.”
“Didn’t you just call me a pessimist?”
“Speaking of that too, in a roundabout way,” expression becoming serious, he gave Yami a glowering stare. “If you need anything, do not hesitate to call. You might not entirely believe it, but losing you would devastate her, she’s been going mad with worry since that night at the restaurant, but even more so since your little escapade to the hospital. We all love you; we don’t want to lose you.”
Shoulders slouching, shame crossing his eyes, Yami gave a nod, “I know, I’m trying. It’s going to take longer than an overnight epiphany.” Staring down to the end of the hall, only a few feet away, Yami heaved a shaky breath and tapped Graham’s hand. “I need to get this done. I’ll come bug you after if you’re still here.”
A firm nod, an encouraging tap on the shoulder, and Graham stood silently watching Yami avert and trek the rest of the way down the hall, Hannibal still faithfully at his side. A knock and then the door opening caused his stomach to churn in concern, especially after the door closed and his friend and partial brother-in-law disappeared out of his vision range, his last sight was Hannibal’s tail disappearing around the closing door. Biting his lip, hands shoving back into his pockets, he turned apprehensively and headed back towards the elevator.
With the door closed behind him, Yami felt a rush of insecurity, cautiously watching the Chief move back around to his desk. Soft hazel eyes smiled at him in unison with their owner, one hand extending towards the plush chair in front of his desk.
Chief Alex Perris stated in a chipper and friendly tone, “Take a seat Rasky, no need to stand awkwardly, I don’t bite.” Dark hair slicked back somewhat messily, Alex cut a striking figure. Not overly attractive, but his assertiveness added to anything that he lacked in the looks department. He rivalled Seto in height, probably near 6’3, with a slim athletic build covered by a soft dress shirt and grey slacks. He unceremoniously, almost like a teenager, dropped into his chair with an exhaustive sigh, though the smile on his face showed he was very relaxed. Intensely he watched Yami take a seat gingerly in the chair, catching the tightness in his form and the whitening of his knuckles from the grip he was exerting on the armrests, Hannibal sitting erect beside his master with dark eyes watchful. “Relax Rasky, Agent Nelson gave me a pretty thorough idea yesterday of what this may be about, I am actually quite enthused to hear the rest. You know Kevin quite well don’t you?”
“Yes sir, deployed together in Afghanistan for four years; been friends for nearly five years since.”
Scowling Alex shook his head; Yami was not relaxing at all. Picking up a pen he chucked it at the young man, grinning further when it was caught and he received a perplexed brow quirk from the man across from him. “Lighten up Yami; I can call you that right?” A nod. “Good. I do not want this to be any more stressful for you than it needs to be. Besides, tenseness causes defensiveness which leads to a lack of exposure of information. I need to know everything to be able to make an educated and intelligently tactful decision. Would a tea help? Or a mocha? I have a Keurig in here.” Another nod, followed by a purely dumbfounded look from Yami and he hopped to his feet. Meandering over to the far corner he began prepping two steaming mochas.
Bewildered, Yami followed Alex while he puttered around making the mochas, eyes every once in a while darting around to take in the room. Dark blue walls, the same dark carpet from downstairs, the wall to the right floor to ceiling windows much like in the hallway increased the brightness of the near white wood desk, filing cabinets and book shelves that furnished the room. Stark contrasts, something Yami was beginning to believe matched the Chief’s personality.
A mug popped in front of his face causing him to retract his head backwards, taking the offered cup he held it in his lap, Alex ducking back around with his own cup and plopping back down into his chair after giving Hannibal a gentle pat on the head. Though, this time Alex’s expression became serious, bright gaze locking hard on Yami with expectation. Hands adjusting around the cup, swallowing down the knot in his throat, Yami started the near mantra he had set up in his head, laying everything out a simply as possible, interrupted intermitted only by a clarifying question from Alex.
Silence settled heavy between them once he had finished, Yami’s hands tightened around the still warm cup in his hands and sipped at it, apprehensive gaze never leaving Alex’s face. The Chief appeared to be chewing his lip, one hand flipping a pencil between his fingers while his other hand was drumming it’s digits against the pad of paper he had been taking notes on. With sudden finality, Alex sat back, unceremoniously dropped his pencil on the desk and directed his full attention at Yami.
“Sounds like Yevgeny is causing more problems than needed. He’s about as organized and good at prioritization as a cantankerous toddler.” Catching the officer’s brow quirk in amusement, he grinned. “I will say though, I am glad that the previous Chief was a bit daft, he was strictly to the books and if he knew any of this you would have been arrested on the spot or never hired at all, neither option I am too keen on. To put it simply, Yami, I am quite pleased you came forward, along with Agent Nelson. You two will make my primary objective of tearing down the crime syndicates within this city, or at least greatly reduce their ability to function.”
Visibly relaxing, Yami smiled with relief, “If it was the other Chief I probably never would have come forward.”
A hearty chuckle, chair creaking as Alex sat up, “I am curious though why they allowed you to stay free, what good has it done them, other than control your father.” Seeing Yami’s face scowl in confirmation, he pursed his lips. “Never mind, that was a stupid curiosity. Though, my second thought might not be so idiotic, do you think that through all of this that they have approached and or threatened your father at all.”
Gaze narrowing Yami leaned back in his chair, fingers adjusting around the mug. He hadn’t thought of that, then again it was rare that he concerned himself with Karel’s daily actions never mind his side of the predicament. “It’s definitely possible. Going at it from both angles might get them what they want a lot faster.”
“I’m guessing -unless they have come at him with a different tactic - that the assumption here is that your father won’t budge. So, have you thought of any way to quicken the situation?”
“Banking that they don’t find a way to actually get Karel to bend over, I need to get to that product first. Considering it’s connected to Ridder Corp, it’s probably pharmaceutical based; and if the Russian military wanted a cut of it, that doesn’t bode well with the general populace. It’s some sort of tactical based drug, whether for torture or bio weaponry.” Yami exhaled deeply, taking a long sip of his mocha, contemplating his next statement. “All I have for ideas centre on breaking into one of their strong holds, a transfer spot that is not the main base. They held me in an old underground bunker by the docks in Halifax. I know that they have something similar to that nearby, close a major trade route or on the outskirts of the city where movement of any trafficking they are doing won’t be detected. I woke up in a location not far from home; the drug they used to subdue me was not very strong and has a short half-life. Then I was transported from there to Halifax with a boatload of cocaine, marijuana and weapons.”
Absently chewing on his lip Alex nodded his head while thinking, “Won’t legally be able to do it without a warrant. Unless you are planning to go undercover, than I can cover your ass with any excuse under the sun.” Lifting his head he grinned. “What are you thinking?”
“Exactly that. Kevin as a CSIS agent has full ability to assist me with anything; the Bratva is his case after all. Then with your clearance, he and I can storm any of their bases and get all the dirty work done, clear it, and then you can send your officers in. Everything slightly illegal Kevin and I do can get swept under the rug while TACT gathers everything else up. Hopefully, not only will Kevin and I find things towards our cause, but you’ll get the glory of arresting and seizing everything else within the base.”
Grin furthering, “I like the sound of that. The only problem is we have no idea where the bases may be.”
Shrugging almost cockily, Yami smirked, “Give Kevin and I a week, maybe less, and we’ll be able to tell you. Don’t forget, Bakura is my roommate, he can easily slip us hints in the right direction.”
“I like it,” Alex stated, rising up and shoving his hands in his pockets he meandered around the front of the desk, leaning against it he stared down intently at Yami. “Gather all the needed Intel, set up the raid, and then get back to me. We can finesse the logistics after you’ve got everything else in place.”
A hand extended out to him, heart racing Yami gazed up at Alex, seeing no signs of trickery just intense determination he reached out and shook his hand firmly. Internally he was summersaulting, externally his eyes burned with resolve and his grin deepened. Let the fun begin.

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