The gunman pulls Slate by the waist against him. He takes hold of his hand shooting every person like an ace player in a shooter game.

A flash when Granite shows him the best way to move when handing this particular piece. The memory interrupted when the gunman’s hand slid down into his hidden mini pocket pulling the cartridge from his hidden mini pocket. Reloaded then unloaded on the new men who showed up. He tossed the metal with a mini bomb.

"No!" Dashing toward the blast. Stopped only by the hook latch on his belt tied to the gunman.

The masked man grabs hold, yanking him back, sending them both over the roof edge. He shoots an anchor line. They swing to the building across. He turns them in time so it's his body that hits the wall.

Slate felt the air escape from his body more so from his capture. The arm around him loosens as the man becomes still. (I need to get back up there. I need him back.) When he begins to squirm the arm tightens again followed by the sharp in we inhale of the owner. He suddenly felt a deja vu. He moved over kicking the wooden board on the window in. He releases the rope as they swing through.

They landed with a hard thud. Slate eyes widen. (I am really starting to hate this body.) He pushes away wanting to run away the sense of deja vu he felt in the man's arms.

Gunman grabs his wrist. "Let's go before I change my mind and kill you. I need to get him back." The desperation could be heard in the last statement.

The guy coughs then pleads in a whisper. "Escape, get another later."

He shoves his hand away. "You wouldn't understand."

The masked man grabs his foot. "Tender, it's just metal."

He snaps. "What the hell would you-" (Wait. Did he say-) He moves closer to the masked man. His hand shaking, the tip of his fingers brush against the medical mask. He pulls it down. There he found the lips he missed the taste of. He draws in a shaky breath. Removing the goggles pausing online for a moment when the man coughed.

Dark eyes met his Amber ones. Dark pools he spent a whole night looking into. Soul stealing eyes that refuse to surface in his dreams. Welcoming eyes he thought was lost.

"You're back!" He whispers out afraid of saying the words out loud

. Tears that had forgotten how to fall remembered again.

Granite removes a glove to wipe his tears with a clean hand. "I told you before I roam where I want."

Tender laughs. "And you roam around me?"

He moves his hand to stroke his hair.

"Who else?" He could hear the steps rushing up the stairs. "Leave I will cover you."

"I'm not-"

"You already said it. I will never let you die."

"I don't need protection. I just need you close."

Raises himself off the ground

"Then stay within ten paces of me." He knocked out the hanging light. I just need to hear you breathe. He quickly moves him against a wall, pressing their bodies together. Granite lowers his head to whisper in Slate’s ear.

"I know your breath, scent even your heartbeat. You're imprinted on my soul. Stay within ten paces. They won't touch you."

"You are supposed to reassure me. Not turn me on." A smile springs to his face as he felt the tall man grin against his ear.

"Don't worry Tender. I promise to reserve enough energy to take care of that too." He heard the steps get closer. "It's showtime "