Thursday 1.10

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Schuldig sighed as he sat down on the fire escape, his legs dangling over the side as he leaned against the railing. It wasn't coincidence that his room was the one with access to the fire escape. He was pretty sure Brad had planned that one so he could come and go as he pleased at all hours without waking anyone. Or maybe simply to keep him from bitching that he didn't have the room with the fire escape.

He shook out a cigarette, catching it between his lips and pulling it the rest of the way out before setting the pack down beside him. With a flick of his lighter and the hiss of burning paper, he inhaled deeply, savoring the first rush of nicotine for the day.

Sharp blue eyes scanned over the city, while fidgeting limbs swung back and forth. It had been a hectic 24 hours, though granted it was entirely his own doing. Well.. almost entirely. Brad was the one who'd sent him to the Koneko in the first place. But kidnapping the blond, bringing him home and to some extent Brad's horrifying vision...

He shook his head, exhaling a puff of smoke.

At least he'd gotten laid. By Brad. A wicked smile curled on his lips as he remembered that. He'd finally gotten his claws into the unmovable Brad Crawford, and he didn't plan on letting go any time soon.

He sat for a long while, smoking and thinking. When his first cigarette was gone, he shook out another and started the process over.

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Farfarello gave up on eating after everyone left, still slightly irritated by everything just about at this point. He shook his head with a sigh and went to find Schuldig. At least he could cound on Schu being entertaining and not annoy him further.

He walked into the redhead's room and right toward the fire escape, stepping out onto it and lifting an eyebrow at the look on Schuldig's face. "Someone's in a good mood. Do I wanna know what yer thinkin', Schu?" Since not to much had happened in Schuldig's favor recently, he knew full well it had something to do with him and Crawford having sex.

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"Probably not." Schuldig didn't even turn around as Farfarello joined him on the fire escape. Instead, he shook a cigarette out, offering it to the Irishman. "Sorry I bailed so quick at breakfast. Addiction's call." He offered Farfarello a smile.

He flicked the ash from his own cigarette, leaning the side of his head against the rail of the fire escape. "What is your take on this whole Johnson thing?"

Farfarello wasn't always the sanest member of Schwarz, but that didn't mean he didn't have good ideas or opinions. Sometimes Schuldig rather enjoyed the fresh perspective of Farfarello's altered reality. And sometimes the Irishman saw things no one else did.

But really, he was just hoping the madman wanted to nail the guy as badly as he did.

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Farfarello took the cigarette after a moment's thought, figuring that, really, it couldn't hurt. What was the likelyhood any of them were going to die of lung cancer, after all? He snagged the man's lighter and lit the smoke, handing it back with a smile.

At the mention of Johnson, his eyes narrowed and he scowled, "He's dead the moment Crawford gives the 'okay'. No one gets away with fuckin' with Schwarz." His team, his family, wasn't going to be fucked with by anyone, and this asshole wasn't going to get away with trying it. He wanted to gut the man and feed him his own entrails, the pictures vivid in his mind without him even realizing it.

Oh, he was definitely looking forward to 'nailing' the man, that much was quite clear. And he wanted to make it as slow and painful as he could manage it.

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Schuldig smirked, catching the images of just what Farfarello had planned for Johnson. It didn't differ much from his own, except that Farfarello, as always, was much more creative in how he planned to do it.

"As long as you let me help." He said, taking the lighter and setting it back down by his cigarettes. "And Brad had better give the okay soon." He was itching to kill Johnson.

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Farfarello chuckled and nodded, leaning against the edge of the fire escape as he looked at the cigarette between his fingers. "Aye, ye're always welcome to help, Schu.. I plan on takin' my time with the fucker though."

The real bonus to killing off the clock was that, when it wasn't a paid mission, he usually wasn't in as much of a hurry. He had the perfect spot in mind already for where he could bring his prey for a nice, long session.

He wasn't quite the blood-thirsty, psychotic killer that people made him out to be. He was more of a sociopath at times, than a psychopath; he thought it through, meticulously planned everything, whenever he had the chance. And didn't give a damn when his victim was screaming and begging for mercy.

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Schuldig chuckled darkly as he continued to swing his legs and smoke. Farfarello was endlessly creative when it came to slowly torturing and killing people. Schuldig enjoyed watching him work, purely from an aesthetic standpoint. If torture was an art, then Farfarello would be the Picasso. Though instead of an ear, Farfarello had removed an eye.

Whatever. The metaphor worked.

Schuldig's bloody contemplation was broken by the sound of techno music pulsing from Brad's office. It sounded like that WunderX character they'd worked with a while ago.

"I think they're about the check out that disk we got." Schuldig said, taking one last drag and flicking the rest of his cigarette off of the edge, letting it fall to the ground. "Let's go see what will happen."

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Farfarello nodded a bit, then hesitated briefly, "What is it the disk is supposed to be able to do?" A brief moment of concern, not wanting to risk something going wrong with his team mates of all things. For the moment, though, he wasn't too worried; they tended to get through things, even things that would kill other people, with minor injuries at best.

He shruged and looked over at the redhead, grinning a bit, "Let's go."

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"It's supposed to make audio do tangible damage to a person." Schuldig said as he slipped inside the window. "I think we were supposed to be the guinea pigs. Johnson had to know that we would figure out who we were working for." A frown tugged at his lips. Just thinking of Johnson made him angry.

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