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Pandora's Box | Claude, Tracy, Mikhail | Conclusion

Claude crossed his arms over his chest and turned his frown towards her. Everything about his posture screamed defensive.

"Him? Lots. Not things I'd like t' discuss, though, an' nothing I'd like t' give him the pleasure of reliving." For the first time that night he didn't sound angry, but scared. Embarrassed. His voice gave away the too-strong emotions that flooded to the surface in response to Tracy's question.

The man tied to the chair rolled his eyes and sighed loudly through his nose, obviously disappointed to lose the recounting of the experience.

The fact that he's affiliated with Nexus and has done nothing but silently complain about every single thing there was to complain about, (not that he needed to speak for Tracy to pick up on this) makes her believe what Claude is telling her.

"I understand." She starts with that, because she does understand, unlike people who only used those words just to calm someone down."But you do know that you're going to need proof to actually get him into a cell, and you're going to need a reason to justify what you just did to him, right?"

She digs through her memories and picks out a specific memory. The time she disobeyed Peter's order to split up to look for her sister, Barbara, when she knew exactly where she was. Even after she told Peter of her actions, the only punishment she received was suspension. But thinking about it, he hit Mikhail. Multiple times. She only lied.

"Otherwise this will reflect bad on you."

"Strauss-" He stopped, took a deep breath. Gritted his teeth and forced his voice into something civil-sounding. "There is proof. Trust me on this, yeah? Petrelli knows what happened, and I bet others on top do too. I'm not new t' this legal thing." He dragged a hand down his face. Stretched his neck side to side.

“Forgive me if I’m not exactly comfortable sharing details with you."

Tracy wanted to say something, but there was nothing left to be said. If this was some sort of trick, she knew she would find out sooner or later, so she keeps silence for a matter of seconds until she changes the subject. Sort of giving an order, but not. "I'll guard Mr. Petrov, you stay outside and guard the door."

Claude rolled his eyes, but uncrossed his arms and moved to do exactly as she told him. "If it makes you feel more useful, by all means, watch him by yourself." He said, opening the door and stepping outside before poking his head back in for a moment. "Just. Leave 'im tied up like that. For your own safety, yeah?"

While she doesn't see why the man needed to be restrained, she agreed to it with a nod. She knew better than to underestimate anyone, but there was a sense of superiority over the tied man and this is something she both accepts and feels shame towards.

The hours went by, and things were as uneventful as could be expected with their change of location. Claude was seated outside the door (invisibly, of course) and kept changing position as his legs fell asleep. He was about to go inside and have Tracy switch with him when he felt his phone vibrate against his leg. He pulled it out to look at it and- Oh.

"Hey, Strauss." He headed inside, stowing his phone back in his pocket. "We're done here. Time t' get this one back to headquarters."

"About time." She hools her finger into the Mikhail's restraints and ripped them as she froze them until they shattered so that he himself could remove them. She pays close attention to Mikhail's movements and awaits for him to pass through the door to follow him just in case.

Claude took the lead, keeping an incredibly close watch on Mikhail. He didn't trust the man as far as he could throw him, but he knew that all he was doing would drive the Russian crazy. Allowing him dignity where he himself hadn't been. Allowing him to walk himself out of the building instead of dragging him.

"Yeah, well. It would have been longer, except our threat isn't a threat anymore." He said, opening one of Tracy's car doors and pushing the other man towards it. "The Rogue leader was apparently taken out. News travels fast when Nexus wants t' get their golden boys back."

"Wha--" Her eyebrows try to close in the spaces between them as wrinkles in her skin. Her jaw dropped and she had to pause for a second to let it all sink in, then forcing herself to continue walking. "As in the one they call "Death"?"

At first there was a sense of denial mixed with relief, mixed with a little bit of anger, because if that happened, it meant something big had gone down tonight. "Who got her?"

Claude shook his head and climbed into her passenger seat. "I don't know. Don't know who got her, don't know the circumstances." He said, buckling himself in and drumming his fingers anxiously on the center console. "All I know is she's dead, an' I'd really love t' know the how and the where an' all that stuff. Can we go?"

Tracy rolled her eyes at his question. She wanted to know what had happened, and how she hurried to get into the car answered the man's question despite it being rhetorical.

Prison awaits Mikhail at PROTECT. It was only a matter of time now. Less, because the blonde rushed at a higher speed than she would normally, but still under the speed limit. Whether he got there sooner was not in her interest, getting herself there soon was. But she was sure it was in Claude's interest.

Death is dead. The grimm reaper was no more. Ironic, because death is forever immortal, which gives life to the million dollar question... What's next?

[END]

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Out of old habit, I put my hand on my collarbone, touching a cross that was no longer there.

Sydney Sage, Silver Shadows

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You were gone for a great deal of time, milaya. Did you have much trouble with your target?

Not trouble, perhaps. I found...more of them, Misters Petrov. I tracked down the target, but when I found his hiding place, I discovered he was living with at least four or five others of his kind. I infiltrated the base and took it down. No survivors left, sirs.

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