[Sadrain]

December 11th, Chicago. Base. Hospital.

Elek walked few steps with him. "You know you don't have to pretend, but if it what you wish. Take care." The man then turned around and walked towards to the doctor room, where he would assign examinations of the girl's legs. Whatever had happened, it could not repeat again. In all honesty, it already felt like they had marked their location on the map with all the possible flags and fireworks. Another display would only make it worse.

December 12th, Chicago. Sewers near Base.

Someone shook Amante roughly by shoulder. "Get up, you drunk fool." The voice was angry and the shaking got more violent. When the man finally cracked his eyes open, Aiolia's face was first thing to come into focus. "You fool, you old fool," she said, but her voice was a little kinder now. "We've got to get you to some bed, come on, get up," she offered him hand to aid the hard process of standing up.