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weissekralle:

jackdanielsmannco:

*Jack took a while to answer* …I had never heard you laugh… *he hadn’t, and hearing that plus the possibility of seeing him that night made him think for a second if he hadn’t fallen asleep and wasn’t dreaming* no, no, no problem at all, I couldn’t sleep either way so… you can come, I’ll be by the entrance so the guard lets you in, ok? *he smiled again, feeling like a giddy teenager* I’ll be seeing you in a while then… *as soon as he hang up he tried to go to the bedroom he shared with Wes but the man was sleeping in there. Jack didn’t want to wake him up, what to do? He looked down on himself. White t-shirt and lose pajama pants… with a pair of flip flops and it looked like casual wear… he shrugged and closed the door carefully, going down the stairs to meet with the guard and explain him a visit was coming*

Oh, vell… Sarcastic laughs are no so veird on me *Kralle answered, but the tone and the sentence themselves made him stare a moment, until he heard Jack’s voice again* Sehr gut. I mean… Okay. See you later…

*Kralle hanged up the receiver, with a sigh, and soon he took his clothes and put them on, even his “new” Anger, with the mask. Also he took too his Amputator, only in case, and hid it under his coat. He checked to see Vidar sleeping, closed the door and then looked around, frowning*

Don’t dare to make a mess vhile I’m out, got it? Vidar doesn’t need to being stressful for your fault!

*As an answer, the entrance door unlocked itself. Kralle startled, without expecting that, and also saw the door with a suspicious look. But finally he opened it, locked behind him and went to the outside and his card. The German started it, and drove to the Mann Co. warehouse*

*The security on Warehouse 24 was tight, specially after the recent attacks from the women from the orphanage. The only known and visible entry had a tall and solid gate guarded by two level 3 Sentries on each side, the guard with a Wrangler ready to use them besides his own weapon. When he saw Jack coming closer he greeted him with a handshake and listened to him*

Are you sure there’s not going to be any trouble? *the guard wasn’t too sure*

I’m positive. It’s the Medic who is treating my head, Wes knows him. He just really needs to talk to me. Come on… I’ll go ask Anderson a clearance if you want to.

*The guard shook his head* nah, it’s ok. If you trust the guy and it’s a Medic…

*They waited until they saw the lights of a car. The guard greeted Kralle, took a look inside and around the car and finally activated the mechanism that made the gates open. On the other side was a Jack in pajamas and a smile*

I hope the trip wasn’t too boring? You can park by the Impala, then let’s have a tea, it’s cold…

*Kralle spent all the travel looking at the rear-view mirror, or the another. Being at night, it shouldn’t be difficult to see another car lights. And even if someone was drawing with them turned off… Well, cat’s eyes. The Medic didn’t see anything, but he was all the travel suspicious, calming himself with an easy excuse if someday the Manager wanted to pest him about that. Also, he was sure than Warehouse 24 would help him with the story. But probably it wouldn’t be necessary. Anyway, better think about that and regret nothing*

My God… What am I doing…?

*The lack of sleep was evident. He was acting without think so much about that. But he actually needed to see him, talk to him, and go one step fairer… Precisely to clean some more doubts. It could seem confuse, even contradictory, but for the Medic had sense… In his way.

Finally Kralle arrived to the building, taking off the mask of his Anger, and bowed his head as a wave to the guard. The Medic let him check the car, and finally drove inside when the entrance was allowed. He couldn’t help himself but smile as soon as he saw Jack, his heart being faster again, and nodded with the instructions, moving the car to the Impala. When the car was parked, Kralle turned it off and got out the vehicle. He felt the need to hug the taller man, but he could control himself, and be satisfied with a smile, tenderer than he really wanted*

(vía danielsmannco)