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Caligdula started chewing on the gum making an occasional bubble. The bubble burst quite noisily when he asked her his question. What was her favorite. It was quite an easy question but she didn't want to answer it. "I don't make many catches. Can't risk my hide too much." She fingered her gun. It was back in Manhattan. A long time ago... 'Woah! Quit day dreaming, Callie. Don't live in the past. Live in the future.' Despite her own scolding. Her hands clenched remembering the warm blood of her first kill running over them. They itched. They knew they couldn't kill now. It would be only for capture to replace what was lost.

Caligdula sniffed the air. She frowned and examined his device. "Not a possibility. Truly. Now just before we go into this...I heard that Manhattan has made a more accurate tracker. It will ignore the signals of Gifted marked as friends. It might be something to invest in."

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Xanthe's expression softened a bit as he released the boy's shoulder. "Alright then, I'll take you to the courtyard for some air. I'm still trying to get Caligdula to sign the papers for the outdoor area to be built. Until then, you all are on a tight leash.
He led James out to a large garden in the back of the building. Bush mazes and flowers everywhere, and a large willow tree that tenderly shaded it all. The gentle breezes chilled Xanthe to the point of him remembering his days as a captive. "T--There's a bench over there..." He mumbled as he pulled out his handkerchief and held it to his eyes. His eyes kept watering.
Not for the contacts...Not for the wind.
For those horrid memories of years past. 3 decades of pain for the one he loved. It didn't hurt him physically. None of those horrid tests or punishments were as painful as seeing his love die before his eyes.
After a moment his arm dropped limply to his side as he sadly walked to join the boy on the bench. No words spoken. Awkward shifting and sighing in tune to the bird's songs.

James looked confused.
"Why am I on a tight leash? I didn't do anything wrong. I don't even know why I'm here, actually..."
He followed Xanthe, much like a puppy dog.
"I really would like to be allowed outside more."
As his purple eyes wandered the garden, he smiled and bounced around, excited. Bending slightly to sniff at a flower, he watched as Xanthe walked to the bench, and followed not far behind. His slight stumbling over his words and watery eyes weren't lost on him.
"Are you alright, mister?"

"Well we can either go there and wait for one to show, or we can check the surrounding area.your choice."He said ignoring her last comment.

Ambush would be the most successful."He said.He load ing his bullets into his pistol.He turned off the safety and got ready."Lets go."He said.It was time for his to test his newest sedative.

Fitz nodded and followed her into the tunnel unquestioningly. Brother didn't go. He knew he was safe just for the novelty of being an real animal. He nudged his litter mate into the hole and left with a turn of his tail. Fitz shrugged. "He doesn't want to enter a human den. We will meet up later."

Caligdula sniffed the air again. "I think they are aware. They suddenly diverged their path and went..." She cursed a very long stream of words that would make a sailor blush. She even made up a few on the spot as well. "They went out of range. I think I can find where though."