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Convinced

"Well, gotta fly," I say taking small steps back.
"But I agreed? You can't just leave?" He says.

I let out a small laugh.
"Don't worry, you'll see me again, I have to...get some things. Just do me a favour and don't go near, or talk to anyone with a black suit."

I give him a silly salute, before sprinting out the door, and jumping onto a thick pipe, climbing to the roof of a small house.
As I jump from roof to roof, I contemplate on whether I should bring him to my secret lab.
Though Its not really a lab.

Its technically just a hidden room in my house that no one knows about.

Huh.

Maybe it is a lab.

Anyways, I can trust him now, he is my partner.
Partner in crime that is.

I clutch the USB in my hands tightly, looking up at the sky.
It's dark now, and no one is left on the streets.
But it never hurts to be to careful.

I slide down the roof onto a small garage, climbing back up onto another rooftop.

Once again, I check for the USB in my hand.
I don't know if I'm becoming paranoid, but it definitely feels like it.
My hands shake, and I find it gets hard to breathe if I don't check for the USB once and a while.
I wouldn't call it an obsession though.
It's more like...a...a-a, I don't know, but it's not an obsession.

I do a back flip off the building, and sprint down the street, panting heavily as I do so.

I examine the people on the buss that has just stopped on the side of the street near me.

I'm definitely not sprinting another six blocks back to my house, that's for sure.

No people in black suits.
I'm good.

I hop on the buss, and sit all the way at the back, slouched down on the filthy red seats.

I take out my phone.
Well, it's not really my phone, it's a phone I stole, only because I needed it.
Whenever I take my little visits, I like to take something with me, like a souvenir.
A souvenir that I didn't pay for that cost millions of dollars...yeah.

I hop off the buss, sliding between the alley next to me, then climbing up a rusty black ladder to the top of a roof.

I search the ground for my hatch I created in my roof, and open the latch, jumping inside.

I gracefully land on the floor, somersaulting before getting g up.

I look around.
Same as always.

Pale grey walls surround my small living room, grey couches are leaned against my walls, with tall nude lamps against them.

It's not much, but it's home.

I pass the small room in my hallway that holds my small bedroom, and into the washroom.

I climb into my bathtub, and open the hatch built up there.

I pop my head into the room, and slowly wiggle myself up there.

Now this is where I spend most of my time. Mostly all the time.

Large white tables outline the room, making an indent where my black spinning chair sits.
Papers and documents are sprawled all over my tables, and my large touch screen computer stays beside my desk.

I walk over to my closet, and grab a bunch of my equipment, and stuff it in my bag. Including some extras for Flick, even though I'll be doing most of the work.