Poor Decision (that's the name for now)

Iden's Pov

Jesus that was close, haha! She's crazy! Sexy, but crazy! He travels to his kitchen, grabbing a paper towel, wetting it down in the sink, and placing it over the wound. He ghosts back to his room, his guest unaware what nocturnal activity he must now endure. He approaches his bed. Large stacks of folders filled to the brim with information on the enemy. He reinforces his firewall, programing his presence to the point of near invisibility to all he intrudes. He hums a tune as he hacks into confidential material. He can do this because that beast of a girl has just blown up one those fucking murderers hideouts.

Goddamn it. I need rest. At least she's ok. I knew she would have to parry and riposte all attacks sent from to hunt her down, but I never thought I'd lose sleep over it. It's probably just because I'd rather not find someone new to work with this late in the game. No matter how I feel about her, she's skilled and I'd hate lose her...

Gotcha!

He accesses the blueprints, taking a picture with an old-style Polaroid camera to avoid being tracked. He scans the photo. He enlarges the photo and prints the larger version. He starts locating all entrances and exits, as well as security checkpoints. He spends five hours writing contingency plans and prepares for any and all possibilities of disaster. It's now a quarter till one in the morning.

How am i not dead yet. I should go to bed. A convenient detail is we don't have to leave until dark. If i conk out now , maybe I'll get some meaningful sleep. I haven't slept since the first time she left for the hack information.

Disappearing without a trace, removing his imprint from the company, he covers his tracks, closing the computer and setting it on his nightstand. He showers, changes into green boxers and a white tee to sleep in for the night. He wrapps himself in his blankets, quickly falling asleep.

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