Friday 1.3

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//Nagi. Naaaagi. Naaaaaa-kun. Wake up. Brad wants coffee, and he asked if you would make it.//

Nagi groned and burried himself in the warmth around him. After a bit, as the pestering got to be too much, he groaned again and collected his mind enough to send back //He must not really want to wake up then... Can't you make it? You're obviously very awake...//

He was tired. He was groggy and he didn't care about the world outside right now because he was also warm and comfortable and it seemed he'd survived the night without nightmares. Miracle of miracles. 

He guessed it had a lot to do with him being in Farf's room though, the older man protectively curled around them.

He tried to go to sleep once more but it was to no avail. //Damn it! If you want me to wake up than you have to give me some of your coffee...//

He cuddled into Farf a little more.

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[Continued from Friday 1.1]

Schuldig quickly rinsed off, catching the towel Brad threw at him and stepping out of the shower, wrapping the towel around his waist. He paused beside Brad, watching him in the mirror for a bit before smirking.

//That's fine. Have some of my coffee. Make a whole pot of it. I'm in a sharing mood.// His mental voice was laced with a sated kind of satisfaction. As if Schuldig was really happy for the first time. //Let me know when it's ready. I need a cigarette.//

He wrapped his arms around Brad, pressing a kiss to the base of his neck. "I'm going to go smoke." He said, smirk still firmly in place as he pulled away.

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Brad walked over to Farfarello and handed him his coffee, already prepared.

"Glad you could join us... we have things to discuss this morning." Brad passed off the mug with a bit of a crooked smirk.

He finished the last details of breakfast and started bringing the food to the table. A pile of toast, rice with plain egg for Nagi, omlettes for the rest of them stuffed with ham and cheese... heavy on the ham.

Brad sat down and with a big swig of coffee dug in. He was starving - a sure sign that his talent was doing something and that whatever it was, it wasn't finished yet.

'We have a busy day. It will feel a bit like old times, I think. Everyone up for it?' The question, of course, was rhetorical. It wasn't in Brad's nature to actually offer an option. He never had before. But, maybe this first time, he was actually in the mood to entertain the answers.

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Brad cocked half an eyebrow at Schuldig but said nothing. The redhead always had the right thing to say to keep Nagi at an even keel. Navigating Nagi's emotional outbursts was a minefield and Brad would always be entering it blind. It was best to let Schuldig do what needed to be done - he could always question him on his choice of words later.

The explanation and Schuldig's qualifying backup seemed to do the job. Both Nagi and Farfarello seemed placated for the time being. He could continue with mission specifications.

"The earplugs I gave you - no one is to leave the suite without them. Until I can further analyze the disk, they are the only protection we have and I'm not certain how effective they will be. That is why we need Weiss. Nagi, you'll be taking the same earplugs with you - we will let Weiss test their efficiency. The agent who will deploy the weapon will be our only link to Johnson and some answers. I have a bottle of sodium penathol for Bombay's darts. They will want to ask their own questions and the drug will get them their answers. We will keep our distance until we are certain this copy of the weapon is destroyed - then we can step in and retrieve the captive. Nagi, it wouldn't hurt to suggest that Schuldig can get answers out of the agent that Weiss cannot. We don't need Siberian carving up our only informant."

Brad took another sip of coffee as he looked to each of them. And as he paused on each of them a small snippet of a vision presented itself. The precautions he was taking seemed to be effective. There was nothing dire in store for any of them. Both Schuldig and Farfarello were hazy but that was to be expected going into a mission with so little information. Both of them could be unpredictable, their outcomes were not always written as clearly as his own and Nagi's. If any of the possible paths they chose to follow would lead to disaster, he would see that possibility and it was not present this time around.

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Brad eyes narrowed but he kept silent. He always did when Schuldig hit a nerve, especially when the redhead was right. He knew the vision was slowly eating away at him. The initial implications were so improbable to his mind that he simply tried to ignore them. But his psyche would never allow that. He subconsciously knew his visions never lied so outright denial wasn't a viable option.

Just because he didn't want it now did not mean that some sort of close emotional attachment to Weiss wouldn't be necessary in the future.

"I'm not buying Balinese's quietly concerned act. Bottom line, he is still an assassin and when push comes to shove that will be all that matters. Call him whatever you like but don't let yourself be swayed." Brad looked to Nagi, his annoyance draining away incrementally. He needed them to be focused in the ways he just wasn't at the moment.

Nagi was the most powerful among them but also the most vulnerable. Balinese had some sort of background information that just happened to include Nagi at his most vulnerable. If the blonde dared to try to use what he thought he knew, in any way, against Nagi, Brad would instantly rescind his 'no kill' order.

Brad headed in the direction of his office, looking back over his shoulder.

"The last time I had a vision like this... everything changed. These long range visions are harbingers of massive personal upheaval for me and, usually, those around me. The old cycle concluded with the death of the elders, and this new cycle is just beginning." A mirthless chuckle accompanied a small smirk. "Are you ready for the ride?"