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Long Distance (Final Chapter)

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{Group Text}

From Bucky -- It pissed me off that there was only two of us in bed this morning when I woke up.

From Steve -- It really did. I've never felt so unwanted in my life. Waking up in my own bed and being frowned at? So rude.

From Bucky- - Whatever Steve, you rolled towards the middle of the bed and totally grumbled when you got my big ass instead of Tony.

From Tony -- So Steve rolled over and grabbed your ass, Buck? And then complained? My god that's rude

From Bucky -- So rude. I was devastated

From Steve -- Oh my god, you guys.

From Bucky -- Seriously though, sweet thing, after waking up next to you two days in a row-- Monday morning was suddenly about 10x suckier than usual because you weren't lying next to us.

From Steve -- it absolutely was. And I know we left some things unsaid when we left yesterday afternoon, but don't worry about that. Whether you say yes or no to moving in with us won't change a damn thing. We fell in love with you long distance, we can keep loving you long distance too.

From Bucky -- Look at the professor preaching truth.

From Bucky-- But he's right, Tony. long distance or not, we love every inch of you.

From Bucky-- I might be more partial to particular to like... seven specific inches over others? But still. Love them all.

From Steve -- Bucky!

From Bucky --Hey we both know you’re the smooth one, Stevie. Nothing I say should surprise Tony anymore.

From Tony -- No surprises here. It wasn't real fun waking up without you too either.

From Tony-- Hey listen, I'm going to be out of contact most of the day, can we can talk tonight?

From Steve -- Alright honey, love you

From Bucky -- Love ya baby doll.

From Tony -- Yep. Talk to you guys tonight.

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“You’re being mean to those boys.” Pepper sat down at the dining room table and Tony and Colonel Rhodes looked up at her blankly.

“Oh, hello person who isn’t invited to eat with us.” Tony snipped. “And what part of my business are you sticking your nose into today?”

“Ignore him. Tony's being a little bitch.” Rhodey pushed the plate of sandwiches towards her with a smile. “He invited me for lunch and has basically sat here moping for an hour.”

“It's because his boyfriends came to visit this weekend and now they are gone, and Tony is refusing to talk to them.” Pepper informed him. “He is irritated about something and punishing them by not talking to them, which is making him miserable, which is giving me a head ache, so…”

“I am not refusing to talk to them!” Tony snapped and Pepper calmly held up his phone.

“You left this in my office, which you have never EVER done. And there are forty something messages. And I'm not saying I know your phone password, but they are wondering why you haven't talked to them all day and want you to know they miss you.”

Rhodey raised an eyebrow at Tony, who looked put out that Pepper had ratted on him. “Is there a reason you are avoiding their texts?” he asked quietly and Tony huffed.

“I'm not avoiding--”

“What I'm asking is, do I need to pay a visit to the college and hurt a fuckboy or two.” He finished and Pepper’s eyes bugged out.

“Why Colonel Rhodes. What a wonderfully violent thing to say!I mean protective. What a wonderfully protective thing to say.”

“You like that?” Rhodey grinned and Pepper blushed the tiniest bit before taking a dainty bite of her sandwich.

“I'm serious though, Tony.” James dragged his attention away from the pretty redhead. “Do I need to kill someone? Because there isn’t a whole lot stopping me from---”

“They want to me move in with them!” Tony burst out. “Saturday night after we-- after we--” he cleared his throat. “Anyway. Saturday night Steve told me that they had been talking and want me to move in with them. Apparently he’s gotten tired of me constantly cracking long distance jokes. I don't know why. My humour is delightful.”

“So when are you moving?” Pepper took a drink of water. “Are you going to relocate the office to Boston, or just fly in when you are needed? It wouldn't be difficult to just move your appointments to Monday afternoons through Thursday morning. Then you could stay in Boston From Thursday afternoon till Monday morning.”

“Um, what?”

“It's like a forty minute flight in a plane, less on your jet, even less in your helicopter I imagine.” Rhodey chimed in and Pepper nodded. “Easy. Especially flying in and out of the airstrip here. Really you could stay there basically full time and just come and spend the days here. A forty five minute commute is less than most people have every day.”

“....wait.”

“Right.” Pepper finished her sandwich and pushed the plate away. “And even though you have just a shocking amount of clothes, I imagine they all won't fit in the closet at their house, so you can leave most of it here. You said they enjoyed New York, they can move some of their things here and you can move some of your things there.”

“Hold on a second--”

“And the nights you need to work in the lab you just stay here.” This from Rhodey. “You have been saying you thought it was becoming less of a hobby and more of an obsession lately anyway. Or at least it was until you started getting laid.”

“Colonel.” Pepper reprimanded gently and he murmured a soft apology, smiling when she patted his hand. “He’s right, though. You were starting to work later and later in the lab and were struggling to remember to eat and keep a healthy sleep schedule, so this will force a break, right? And moving will be easy. We will just call a company. No problem.”

“So when are you going?” they both turned and looked at Tony expectantly, who just stared back with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“I was actually going to tell you guys I was struggling with the decision.” he stated. “That I wasn't sure how I felt about leaving you guys. I wasn't sure how it would work with meetings and things like that. That I was worried that things were moving too fast between me and the guys and I was nervous about that.”

Tony folded his arms and sent them both a glare. “But you guys apparently have it all planned out exactly how easy it would be for me to not be here. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were rooting for me to leave. I mean, my god, if I walk into my bedroom are half my clothes packed already? Can I grab a few sentimental items before you kick me out and change the locks?”

“Tony.” Pepper sent Rhodey a concerned look. “It's not that we don't want you here, home. It's just that---”

“Tones, you’ve been waiting forever to find someone who just loves you for you, right? And you found two people. Two . From everything you’ve told me and Pepper has mentioned, it literally doesn't even affect these two how much money you have. They don't care. I'm sure they would suit up in tuxes for you for charity events, or be just as happy in sweats. Am I right?”

“Yeah.” Tony mumbled.

“And they were willing to drive down here just to see you, no questions asked. Waited until the third date to--” Pepper motioned vaguely. “--to do all that. And you told me yourself you fell in love with them weeks before actually meeting them in person. So what's the problem?”

“Apparently nothing.” Tony admitted. “Just me being--- scared.”

“You have every right to be scared.” Rhodey stood up and placed both hands on Tony's shoulders, rubbing comfortingly. “Moving in with a significant other is a big step. Moving cities to move in with them is an even bigger step. But like we said, you are less than an hour from home at all times. You have multiple ways to get here, and Tony, if this doesn't work out, we will be here to bring you back home.”

“After I break every bone in their bodies.” Pepper supplied and now Rhodey’s eyes twinkled.

“Why Ms. Potts. How perfectly violent.”

“You two are grossing me out.” Tony rolled his eyes. “So you think I should go, then?”

“I'm just saying that I've never seen you this happy, and I've known you since you were a kid.” Rhodey shrugged and patted Tony's shoulders again. “And I think you should go for it.”

“I think you should too.” Pepper reached across to hold his hand. “We just want you to be happy, Tony.”

Tony squeezed Peppers hand and then stood, clapping Rhodey on the back. “You guys just want me out of the way so you can hump on my expensive couches!” he accused as he headed towards the bathroom.

“Tony.” Rhodey took a drink of his water. “That's not---”

“That might be true!” Pepper called, and the sound of Tony laughing was nearly drowned out by the sound of Rhodey choking.

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Steve's last class got out at four on Mondays, and he was still at his desk at four-thirty, finishing up some grading and waiting to hear from Bucky so he could pick him up on the other side of the campus.

Mondays were the only days their schedules synced up to within half an hour of each other, so they always drove to work together, enjoying the extra quiet time in the car to and from the college.

{Group Message}

From Tony -- How late are you working tonight professor?

From Steve -- Tony, honey it's so good to hear from you. Been a long day with no texts from you. Is everything alright?

From Bucky -- Hey Tony! Was just getting ready to text you! Steve I'm all done. Tony can we talk tonight? I keep telling myself I'm reading too much into the fact that you haven't talked to us all day, but I am sort of freaking out.

From Tony -- Sorry about that. I can explain.

From Steve -- It can wait until the video call, honey, but I'm sort of freaking out too. Feel like maybe we are rushing you and I hate that.

From Bucky -- Me too

From Tony -- Lets just talk face to face huh? You guys done?

From Steve -- Cleaning up my desk and heading out the door right now to pick up Bucky. We will be home in about half an hour Tony.

From Tony -- Sounds good. Love you guys

From Bucky -- Thank god. Love you too sweet thing

From Steve -- Love you, Tony.

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Steve parked the car and jogged into the university sports complex, heading right for the gym where Bucky did most of his conditioning and training with the team.

He found Bucky quickly, showing off with one handed --left handed-- pull ups much to the dismay and jealousy of the few baseball players still hanging around.

“So my left arm is perfectly calibrated to match the strength of my right arm.” Bucky was proudly saying, and switched to his right arm to prove his point. “So if I get huge, we just adjust the gears to match, and if I lose weight, it can be toned down as well.”

“That's amazing.” the players were saying. “Holy shit.” “You are so lucky.” “So could the left arm be super jacked and turned into like a weapon? Like could you mess with it so you could rip the top off a car or something?”

“Leave it to college kids to take something like a prosthesis and wonder if it can be turned into a weapon. Too many video games, I swear.”

Steve startled at the unexpected voice, then turned slowly, blinking a few times to make sure he was really seeing--

“Tony? Tony what are you-- how---” he stammered to a stop and Tony grinned at him from his seat on the bleachers.

“Sorry, Big and Blond. It was easier to get directions to the gym then it was to whatever building you teach in, or else I would have been sitting in your class making snarky comments.”

“Hi.” Steve held out his hand cautiously, and wanted to cheer when Tony took it readily, stepping off the bleachers and right into his arms. “Tony, hi .”

“Hi.” Tony said, snuggling as close as he could into Steve's chest.

“Look at that, it's only been twenty four hours since I saw you last and it feels like for-fucking-ever.”

“It does.” Steve held him tighter, pressing a soft kiss into his hair. “I'm not complaining but what-- what are you doing here?”

“You know.” Tony looked up at him. “It turns out that it's only a thirty seven minute flight from my helipad at Stark Tower to the private airport here. And only a five minute ride from the airport to the school. Which means I can go from sitting in meetings in New York to hanging out with you guys in less than an hour.”

“That's great, Tony. Does this mean we get to see more of you?” Steve asked, dark blue eyes hopeful. “Because we would love to see so much more of you and---”

“It means that most people have a longer commute than that every single day, so I'm thinking I can handle it so I can sleep next to you guys every night.”

“Oh my god.” Steve thought his knees would give out, so he just sat on one of the bleachers, turning so Tony was standing between his legs. “Are you saying you want to move in with us?”

“Yeah.” Tony ran his fingers through Steve's hair. “Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying. I mean, it was a lot to process at first and I had all these reasons why I didn't think it would be a good idea and then Pepper and Rhodey basically had an entire conversation that was about me but didn't include me as to why all my reasons were stupid. So you know--”

“I think I love them.” Steve interrupted. “They are definitely going on our Christmas card list.”

“I think I love you.” Tony touched their foreheads together, smiling when Steve shuddered beneath him.

“Tony I love you too.”

“Is that Tony ?” Bucky's voice echoed across the gym and the next minute he was running at them, snatching Tony out of Steve's arms and twirling him around. “Sweet thing what are you doing here?”

He nearly smothered Tony with a possessive kiss before setting him back down on the ground, his left hand running through Tony's hair, his right planted firmly on Tony's ass. “Are you here for a booty call? Because I can be ready to go in like thirty seconds.”

“Bucky! Stop groping him in public!” Steve cried and Tony just grinned and moved Bucky's hand up a few inches to a more appropriate location.

“What's going on sugar?” Bucky repeated, more serious this time. “Is everything alright? Sure was hard not hearing from you all day, is everything okay. Are we okay?”

“We're fine. I just thought--” Tony glanced at Steve and shrugged a little. “I mean, is there enough room in your closet for my clothes? Because I've got A LOT of clothes and shoes. Just lots of shoes, and I need lots of space.”

“Are you--” Bucky backed up a step and swallowed, his throat moving jerkily with the movement. “Are you here to stay, Tony? I mean are you--” he looked at Steve, who was grinning, then back at Tony. “You want to be with us? You gonna stay with us, baby doll?”

“Only if there is enough room for my shoes.” Tony deadpanned and Bucky stepped right up against him again, pulling Tony as close as he could and whispering in his ear.

“Sweet thing I will throw every pair of our shoes out the fucking windows if you'll stay.”

Tony started laughing, and Steve moved up to wrapped his big arms around them both, and since he wasn't saying anything about the tears in Bucky's eyes or the way Tony's breath was catching, neither one of them were saying anything about the slight tremble in his hands.

It was all fine.

“So.” Bucky was the first to pull away. “So you’re staying tonight, though? Because we can worry about getting you moved this weekend. Definitely tonight though?”

“Well yeah. I mean I wouldn't show up just to fly back--”

“DIBS!” Bucky yelled and Steve cursed under his breath.

“Sorry?’ Tony raised an eyebrow. “Dibs?’

“Yep.” Bucky yanked him close again, this time keeping both hands on Tony's ass and grinding against him suggestively. “Because professor man got to be inside you twice this last weekend, I only got to do it once.”

Tony blinked at him. “So you called...dibs… on my ass ?”

“Wasn't it fun when we were together?” Bucky coaxed, nipping short kisses onto his ear lobe.

“Well--” Tony blushed remembering early Saturday morning, when Bucky had woken him up and rolled him onto his stomach before pushing his legs apart and-- “Anyway.” Tony coughed loudly. “Yes. It was fun.”

“Well then dibs.” Bucky repeated, waggling his eyebrows mischievously. “Stevie, you drive. Me and Tony are gonna sit in the back.”

Steve just rolled his eyes and kissed them both. “Lets go home then.”

“Wait.” Tony pulled out his phone. “Um, can we take a picture? I just realized we don't have one all together and--”

“Sure thing, sweet thing. Come on Stevie.” Bucky grabbed Steve and pulled him back, smooshing them all together for a picture.

“Perfect.” Tony grinned. “Thank you. I'm printing this one out and hanging it up.”

“I love you.” Bucky whispered into Tony's ear before letting him go, and Tony leaned up to kiss him.

“I love you too.”

Then he laced their fingers together and reached out for Steve with his other hand. “Lets go home, guys.”

{GROUP PICTURE}

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Epilogue- Three Weeks Later

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Steve had been drawing for hours, determined to get his final design down for the ‘tattoos’ that Tony was going to airbrush onto Bucky's new arm.

He had been working on them all week and Tony was taking them to New York with him tomorrow to grab a few more things, and to finish up a few design tweaks on the arm, as well as get it painted.

Bucky was just barely out of the shower after practice and flashed Steve a tantalizing bit of skin as he grabbed his pants. “You wanna see if Tony's up to a pre-dinner romp in the sack?” he asked and Steve laughed.

“Jesus Buck, he’s putting books away. We need to let him get through putting away at least one box of his things with out us dragging him away for naked times.”

“I can't even begin to tell you how much I disagree with that statement.” Bucky snorted. “You know damn well--”

“OH MY GOD!” Tony screamed from down in the living room, and Bucky and Steve shared an alarmed look and went racing down their stairs to where Tony had been putting some of his books on the book shelf.

“Tony are you alright?” Steve tossed his sketchbook onto the couch and knelt by his boyfriend. “Honey, what happened? Did you hurt yourself? Cut yourself? What's wrong?”

“Did you find my porn?” Bucky was joking, or at least Tony thought he was joking, because the big brunette looked legitimately worried. “I mean-- Steve's porn? Because I can explain that.”

“Look at this!” Tony shoved what looked like a bill in their faces.

“Holy---” Steve whistled when he saw the number. “Tony this is as much as our house payment. What is this bill for?”

“It's my phone bill!” Tony cried. “All those goddamn long distance charges!”

“Tony I'm---” Steve started to apologize and then stopped short with an annoyed look. “Tony. Really?”

Tony was giggling all over the place, holding his side as he laughed. “Oh my god, you should see your face!”

“One time.” Steve complained as Bucky cracked up behind him. “One time I make a joke about long distance charges for texting and I'm never going to live it down.”

“You really aren't.” Bucky kissed Steve's cheek then reached down and pulled Tony to his feet. “But hey, since you’re taking a break how about we get naked?”

“Yep.” Tony agreed instantly, and poked Steve in the side. “Come on Big and Blonde. You know it was funny.”

“Totally wasn't funny.” Steve argued, but he slipped an arm around Tony's waist and started herding him upstairs. “But I will admit to being glad our long distance days are over.”

“Hell yeah they are.” Bucky turned around on the stairs so he could kiss Tony. “Same zip code now.”

Tony's phone rang and he frowned. “It's Pepper. Sorry guys let me just--”

“Nope.” Bucky grabbed his phone and tossed it onto the couch. “Not until after we put our clothes back on.”

“Yeah Tony.” Steve smacked his butt, grinning when Tony yelped and started running up the stairs. “You don't need anymore of those long distance charges anyway, right?”

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[MS] Her Rose Garden

I might start turning these little story starters into actual stories. I'm going to just give a sample of one, and you can tell me what your thoughts are on it, deal? Thanks! First up!

19. Rose Garden

A soft humming tune filled the air, as a petite figure busied herself with watering the large garden of red, golden yellow, and pink roses. As she hummed, and the water can went spraying all over the petals and leaves, she thought to herself, 'What a wonderful morning for gardening.' A soft giggle followed, as her strawberry blonde hair bounced from the joy in her step, as she pranced over to refill the can.

"Quite a wonderful garden you have there, Cherilee!" a male's voice rang out, catching her off guard, making her nearly drop the can of water.

"Oh, um, good morning to you too, Mr. Finner! I see you're admiring my garden," she replied, running over to the gate to open it up for the 30 year old man.

He wore a dark blue and black suit proudly, with a spectacle covering one eye, and a top hat sitting upon his mop of brown hair, combed nicely. With a smile, he looked upon the roses of many colors, and walked in with his hands behind his back.

"My, my, you sure have been busy, haven't you Miss Cherilee," he commented, taking out his pocket watch to check the time briefly, before putting it away.

"Why yes, Mr. Finner! Getting up every morning to make sure my beautiful children get their water is what I live for!" Cherilee spoke proudly, giggling as she pranced back over to a bush she hadn't attended to yet.

The man watched her in silence, keeping his hands behind his back. He wondered how such a petite young lady managed a garden like this all by herself. Walking over to watch her water the red roses, he raised an eyebrow with curiosity.

"So, how did you manage to work on this garden of yours? It's pretty exquisite to be one of such talent."

Cheriliee gives a dark smirk for a moment's glance from the Professor, before giggling lightly. "Oh Mr, Finner, you flatter me. I've been working on this garden for years. It's one of my greatest achievements! To keep the garden fed, and the leaves trimmed, it's one of my greatest pleasures."

"Oh really? Well, that sounds absolutely splendid. Oh my, look at the time! I must be off. History won't teach itself. Have a wonderful day, Miss Cherilee."

The man quickly left her humble garden, only to hear a whisper in his ear speak softly to him.

"Help us!"

Hearing the sudden sound of a whisper calling for help, the Professor turned his gaze back towards Cherilee, who was busy pulling up some weeds for the moment.

"Did you say something, dear?" he asks, scratching his head lightly.

"Pardon? I don't believe I said anything, but I hope your day goes well!"

"Yes...uh...you too..."

Once the gate was closed behind him, it locked automatically, making Cherilee stand slowly with the weed cutter held tightly in her grip. Giving off a dark aura of anger, she turned to the rest of her garden with a wicked grin, "Who spoke up? Who?"

The garden stayed silent, making her eyebrow twitch with impatient, "Speak up now! Who was it?!"

A small rose bud peeked out of the corner of one of the bushes, showing off a pair of bright blue eyes full of fear. "I-it was me..." it spoke in a soft tone.

Cherilee walked over slowly to them, and fell to her knees, before taking the bud gently within her fingers. She could feel the rose bud shivering, rustling up their leaves and wanting to hide their face with its petals.

"So, what made you think you can go around asking strangers for help, hm? Did I give you permission to speak? DO you want the others to pay for your disobedience?? Must I always be so patient with you??"

Without waiting for a word, she used the weed cutter to snip the rose from its stem, making a dribble of blood pour from the bush. The rest of the garden whimpered and gasped as Cherilee mercilessly crushed the rose bud.

Standing to her feet, she growls, "Let this be a lesson to you, lot! I will only keep you here for as long as I want, and you will never defy me, or you'll all end up with the same fate! I gave you a home, I keep you well fed, and this is the thanks I get?!" She threw the rose on the ground, and stomped it to pieces. "You will stay silent, unless I give the order to speak, understand!?"

The garden fell silent, making her chuckle, as she went back to her pretty cheerful tone, "Good. That's all I wanted to hear. Silence."

A pile of papers were placed inside of another filing cabinet, as Bennett did his best not to complain. The work pile up was ridiculous, his coworkers were off on other duties, and he still hadn't been able to capture the one causing so much trouble for the city.

There have been many cases of children going missing in the nearby areas, as of late, and still the only clues the man has found, were pictures with info of whom was missing. The parents were becoming devastated, and some even began thinking of moving to a different state or another city. None would think that their children was dead, since it has been a few years that these cases have come about.

Just where is this captor, and why children under the ages from 5 to 9? Sighing deeply, Bennett plopped down into his seat, running a hand over his tired face. Working late night hours again, just for this; it was slowly driving him nuts. Who knows what those children were up against? What was the captor trying to say? Opening up a cabinet underneath his desk, he took out the files of the recent missing children of this year.

Mattie Williams. Age 8.

Kasey Jockins. Age 9.

Peter Alleck. Age 6.

Raven Yorkshire. Age 9.

And Thomas Dilsworth. Age 7.

5 children in a span of a few months. How did it get so bad, and what was this captor’s motive? For all Bennett knew, this captor was interested in gingers and dirty blondes, but why? It was already creepy enough, but to be specific, the girls were the red heads, and the boys were dirty blondes. Why?

Just why?

Groaning in frustration, he bends over the folders and paperwork. “Ugh.”

A hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, making him nearly jump out of his chair, only to see one of his friends grinning down at him.

“Hey Ben, what’s going on tonight? Sorry, didn’t mean to startle ya.”

Groaning again, Ben turned back to his friend with a light smirk, “Very funny, Kyle. I’m just going over some more paperwork.”

“Business is still booming?”

“For the most part, trying to solve this case without any leads is getting me nowhere.”

The tall man gives a chuckle, placing a platter of food next to the detective, while taking a seat next to him.

“What are you doing here anyway, Kyle? I thought you were banned from coming to see me,” Ben joked, taking the can of soda from his friend, who gives a soft laugh.

“I just wanted to check up on my buddy. Can’t have you staying overnight again, can I? You do have a bad habit of letting your work get to you. Can I see what you got working for ya?”

Sliding the files over to him, Kyle studied the children’s profiles, humming lightly in thought. “Hm. Seems like a pattern to me. Why do you think they are interested in children, anyways?”

After taking a swig from his drink, Ben gave a shrug, placing it onto the table, “Who knows? I’m not getting anywhere like this.”

“Oh, that reminds me, I brought you this too,” Kyle mentions, placing a file down onto the table.

It was a brand new kind of envelope that was black, with white letters written on it: Classified. “What’s this?” Ben asks, opening the file carefully, so as not to rip anything. Usually files like these meant whatever profile was behind it, the person was seriously dangerous, or just mentally insane.

“You know that mansion up on Blue Hill, Ave?” Kyle asks curiously, watching as Ben looks over the file.

“The one with that huge rose garden you mean?” Ben frowns in thought, while Kyle nodded.

“Yes. Lovely garden, isn’t it?”

Ben nods, now concentrating on the file. There was a girl with long dark brown hair on it, with a wide smile that looked a little too forced to be real. She had pale skin, and light green eyes, and was wearing a prisoner’s outfit. Her name was Muriel Josephine Kinley, Age 24.

Her reasons for imprisonment were blotted out, and her history wasn’t there either. Ben couldn’t get much from this, if anything at all.

“Just thought I’d give you another file to add to your suspects list,” Kyle mentions, sipping his soda, before crushing it and throwing it far into the trash bin.

“Have you ever seen this girl? Why would she be a suspect? Isn’t she in prison?”

“Nope. Word got out that she’s escaped, and is on the run, apparently. But, it’s been a few years, and no one’s seen her since. Think she could be out there wrecking havoc?”

“Could be. I’ll keep an eye out for the time being. I think I’ll call it quits for tonight, my head hurts.”

Ben placed all of the files back into his drawer, locking it with the key, before planting it into his pocket. Getting up and grabbing his jacket, he turns back to see Kyle cleaning their food and placing it into a bag.

“Are you crashing at my place again, Ky?” he asks, while he looked over the office, before turning out the lights.

“Yes man, if you don’t mind. My roommate was having friends over, and I wanted to get some air anyways. While you get some rest, I might watch some footage we had gotten that may confirm who the perp was that robbed the city’s museum again.”

“Don’t they usually have the Eagle Agency working in that department?” Ben led them both to his car, quickly getting in and turning the engine on.

“You’re forgetting that I had to go undercover as the museum manager, while he was on vacation to keep a lookout. Sadly, the perp got away with the find, and the police are on the case. The Agency though I heard, has hired another to get on the case. Black Phoenix is the name.”

“Black Phoenix, huh? If heros are taking lightly to such petty names, I’d say that one is unique, but you know, who cares nowadays?”

“Haha, you got that right.”

“What was stolen again?”

“The Egyptian Sphere. Says it can grant anyone any wish, but it’s limited. Some say others who have sought after it, and used its powers, ended up dead in the long run.”

Ben chuckles, “Guess they couldn’t handle the rules, huh?”

To be continued...

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