Chapter 20

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A/n: Turns out, Belarusian and Russian in terms of language are pretty similar, so it'll be easier to translate new words. Anyways...

Unknown location.

?: We'll look suspicious, let's do this later on. Tomorrow? 

?: Your right, Tomorrow, sir.

Back inside the LCPD building....

Y/n is in severe pain from the sparing match with Zofia. The day goes pretty slowly for him. Surprisingly, it appears the LSLA is doing nothing. The informants in Team Rainbow, such as Bandit and Alibi, have been reporting that nothing is occurring. They don't know what's occurring, or where the LSLA has moved to in the city. As Y/n ponders over this, Thermite walks into Doc's medical office, where Y/n is in. 

Thermite: Oh, Jesus, you look worse then what was described. Well, I'm sorry for that. I just need to get something. 

Y/n: What is it? 

Thermite: It's for Ryad's insomnia pills, he did not get them. 

Y/n: I do not know where they are. I'm just gonna lay here for a little, and do something. 

Thermite: Okay. 

2 hours later....

Y/n: *Thinking* I gotta do something. 

Y/n gets up, and starts moving around. Then goes back to his office. And hears people on the side, since his does not have glass like Michael's, he now investigates. 

Y/n: Um...

Zofia: Hello. You feel better? 

Y/n: No. 

Ela: Zo, you really had to do that to him? 

Mute: And now it's time to leave. 

Ela: You can, I'm not. 

Mute: Okay, baby. 

Zofia: You....

Mute: Er, I'll leave. *Mute leaves*

Zofia: Y/n, are you okay? 

Y/n: No, I want to use my computer, I'm gonna play some games on it. 

Ela: No, do work. 

Y/n: I did all my work. 

Zofia: Do more. 

Y/n: How the fuck is that possible? 

Zofia: Ask Michael.

Y/n: Fuck no, tomorrow. I just want to fucking relax. 

Doc appears. 

Doc: Y/n, go back to the medical bay or my office, I thought we discussed this. 

Y/n: I just need to something, that won't help. 

Doc: Your choice. *Leaves* 

Y/n: Get out, both of you. 

Zofia and Ela: Nie. (No) 

Y/n: Fine, I'll just leave Zofia, like earlier today. 

Zofia: Better not, you need my permission. 

Y/n: Yeah, no. I'm gonna leave. 

Zofia: Don't.... 

Y/n: Yes. 

Zofia: Stop. 

Y/n: Later. *Leaves* 

Zofia grabs your arms, and drags you back into the office. 

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