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There was a side benefit to laying low, Chrysotile thought as he skulked around in the shadows of the park. He didn't have to pretend to be quite so gung-ho about stealing starseeds, for one, though he still had to make his quota to keep General Quartz from noticing something was off. Though the good general was usually so deep in a bottle of wine that he likely didn't notice Chrysotile's change in attitude. That suited the lieutenant just fine. The more invisible he was, the happier he was.

It also gave him time to think about his impending purification. Chrysotile didn't want to rush things; he had decided he'd be doing it, he just wasn't sure he was actually ready to, which was why he hadn't reached out to either Manheimr or Sailor Denebola except to say he was still alive, still interested in it. In truth, he just wished this whole thing would go away, that he could stop being a Negaverse agent and not have to become something else to do it. He wanted a normal life. With a sigh, he shook his head; that was never going to happen.

The tingle of an Order aura nearby suddenly startled him back to reality. He pressed against a tree deep in the evening shadows and held his breath. Maybe if he was lucky, he wouldn't be noticed.

Fat chance of that happening.

Chrysotile heard the crash of a window breaking in the nearby building and reflexively craned his neck around to see. He had no idea what had broken it or where the person was who had done the breaking, only that whomever had done it was likely the Order signature he felt growing ever stronger. Rolling his eyes, he sighed and shrank further into the shadows. The lieutenant knew full well cowering behind a tree wasn't going to hide him forever -- if at all -- but a tiny part of his brain told him to do it.

Damn this whole aura s**t anyway.

A KID? This Order signature belonged to a little kid? Chrysotile couldn't believe his luck. There couldn't possibly be that much damage that a kid, even a Senshi kid, could do to him, as strong and tall as he was. At 6'7" and built like an athlete (which he was, star forward on the DCU basketball team), he towered over most grown adults. A little kid -- a young one too, from the sound of the voice -- wasn't going to stand a chance against him.

Emboldened, the lieutenant strode out of his hiding place on long legs, summoning his afghan in the process. He looked around until a flash of bright yellow caught his eye, and he marked this as the source of the Order presence he had been feeling. It was indeed a little kid, maybe nine or ten he guessed; from the scowl on the boy's expression, he was a surly little brat too. This was going to be fun.

"Who's hiding?" Chrysotile answered smoothly, a smirk playing across his lips. "I have no need to hide from the likes of you. You ain't nothing but a kid. I could break you in half, but I won't. Might damage that precious starseed you got in your chest. Come here and let me relieve you of it."