So We Meet Again... Wednesday 1.37

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A small spike of adrenaline coursed through his veins as the girl screamed for her brother. Something about his confrontations with Abyssinian always did bring a small smirk of sweet anticipation to his face.

'I am afraid I am not one to take orders well."  He shot back at the girl with a touch of amusement in his voice.

Abbysinian was looking decidedly pale but putting on a decent show of bravado. His first instinct was to protect the girl. Not call for help. Not run for his weapon. Not place himself in a better position to escape. It was the only thing that made him and perhaps all of Weiss totally predictable even without the visions.  They clung to their sentimentality, to some twisted notion of morality, and laughably enough, decency. Murderers with hearts. The day they all faced that reality would turn out to be a holiday for Schuldig to be sure.

Crawford waved Farfarello to the far door. The rest of Abbysinian's team would most likely come running to the girl's scream.  He was betting they wouldn't risk the confrontation with Aya in the room.

"Balinese is resting comfortably. It looks like Mastermind did him a favor... seeing how his team has taken such good care of him." The sarcasm was unmistakable and it was only punctuated by the casual stance Crawford assumed. He was clearly unconcerned and certainly unthreatened.

"Let's make this easy... all we want is information. But for that we will need Bombay."