Brad quirked a single eyebrow. This was a curious development.
He couldn't trust that Balinese's interest in Nagi was purely curiosity. If, for some reason, the blond had decided that Nagi was the weak link that he could use to get to the rest of them then he truly was suicidal.
But, more troubling, was that Schuldig was just as bad as Nagi. Balinese had a name... and they were using it. His orders had been quite clear - Balinese was not to be killed. Even with Nagi distraught, Balinese didn't have a single hope if he faced off against him. At what point did keeping the blond breathing turn into keeping him safe from harm?
"We wouldn't want Yohji getting hurt, now would we?" Brad may have deadpanned the delivery but the statement was nothing but pure sarcasm. He looked between both of his highly trained, highly skilled and, apparantly, soft-in-the-head assassins. "Maybe we can arrange a play date..." The sarcasm rarely got this thick unless something had gotten under Brad's skin. He pushed away from the table, snatching his empty plate, crossing the room to toss it into the sink with a loud clatter. "... invite the whole fucking team over for milk and cookies."
Brad turned to face them, arms posted on the counter behind him. He was annoyed. There were too many questions circling around them about that team. And Brad's visions were never wrong. This time he had hoped his talent had somehow misfired, gotten the details entirely wrong. He had been chasing down the Fujimiyas since he was 15 years old. And if he could trust his sight there were many long years ahead that included them and the rest of Weiss as well.
Balinese - Yohji - he had been most concerned and the most obviously worried about Brad in the vision. Thinking into it, Brad could feel the emotions he himself had in response. He didn't understand them but he didn't have to to know that his feelings were very fond and very strong for the blond.
He didn't want this.
"Nagi, I don't care what his angle is... assume he will use whatever it is he thinks he has on you to get what he wants. They are single minded - one mission at a time. Their only concern will be the disk. Keep that in the forefront of your mind when you meet with them this afternoon."
His eyes snapped to Schuldig. "And, being single minded, they should be obsessing nicely over their handler. The sooner you get over to the Koneko the better. They should be digging for all sorts of answers by now."
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He couldn't trust that Balinese's interest in Nagi was purely curiosity. If, for some reason, the blond had decided that Nagi was the weak link that he could use to get to the rest of them then he truly was suicidal.
But, more troubling, was that Schuldig was just as bad as Nagi. Balinese had a name... and they were using it. His orders had been quite clear - Balinese was not to be killed. Even with Nagi distraught, Balinese didn't have a single hope if he faced off against him. At what point did keeping the blond breathing turn into keeping him safe from harm?
"We wouldn't want Yohji getting hurt, now would we?" Brad may have deadpanned the delivery but the statement was nothing but pure sarcasm. He looked between both of his highly trained, highly skilled and, apparantly, soft-in-the-head assassins. "Maybe we can arrange a play date..." The sarcasm rarely got this thick unless something had gotten under Brad's skin. He pushed away from the table, snatching his empty plate, crossing the room to toss it into the sink with a loud clatter. "... invite the whole fucking team over for milk and cookies."
Brad turned to face them, arms posted on the counter behind him. He was annoyed. There were too many questions circling around them about that team. And Brad's visions were never wrong. This time he had hoped his talent had somehow misfired, gotten the details entirely wrong. He had been chasing down the Fujimiyas since he was 15 years old. And if he could trust his sight there were many long years ahead that included them and the rest of Weiss as well.
Balinese - Yohji - he had been most concerned and the most obviously worried about Brad in the vision. Thinking into it, Brad could feel the emotions he himself had in response. He didn't understand them but he didn't have to to know that his feelings were very fond and very strong for the blond.
He didn't want this.
"Nagi, I don't care what his angle is... assume he will use whatever it is he thinks he has on you to get what he wants. They are single minded - one mission at a time. Their only concern will be the disk. Keep that in the forefront of your mind when you meet with them this afternoon."
His eyes snapped to Schuldig. "And, being single minded, they should be obsessing nicely over their handler. The sooner you get over to the Koneko the better. They should be digging for all sorts of answers by now."