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They had plenty of time to prepare. Schuldig had sorted out Nagi well enough. Dinner had satisfied his annoying appetite, at least for now. They had piled into the Mercedes in relative silence despite Schuldig and Farfarello's anticipation. They would arrive and be in place well before Weiss. It was just a precaution. This mission was easy enough. Simplistic even. Brad would have been confident enough in that assessment to have sent a sixteen year old Schuldig on this mission alone.
So why was he still tense?
Even though he had focused on Nagi, he knew the boy wasn't his concern. At least, not on the mission. No matter what may be bothering him personally, it was highly improbable that he would let it affect his performance on the job. Schuldig and Farfarello were a bit cooped up but that only suggested that they would make quick and efficient work of a job such as this. They'd get what they needed intelligence wise then take their time to play. As long as they cleaned up after themselves, that was of little concern as well.
Brad had to face the facts. His unease boiled down to one small insignificant issue. Weiss. More specifically, his vision of Weiss. He had no desire to evaluate that vision despite the constantly nagging urge to do so. He had already replayed Schuldig's incapacitation and his own death repeatedly. He was oddly at peace with those things despite the obvious emotion he felt from his future self.
That was the problem. He shouldn't have 'felt' anything from a vision. Visions were nothing more than complicated picture shows. He still had a small sick pit in his stomach just entertaining the thoughts once again, phantom remnants of emotions he couldn't fathom being his own. He could justify the potential feelings in relation to Schuldig. At least that made some sort of sense. But Weiss? Or anyone else for that matter? At what point in his life would Brad let himself become so... weak?
With that thought, Brad frowned minutely to himself and took out his frustration on the accelerator.