Day One: Evening

[Yamu]

Herald Sinclair closed the door to his secret Terminal, he hoped for the last time. He slowly walked back into the den, and checked the stats for Dante?s Abyss. He silently cursed at himself for missing such a massive battle. The comfort of a shot of whiskey and the knowledge he would be able to catch the highlights at midnight soothed him to where he thought he could drive.

He was going to his girlfriend?s?he had not seen her in a few days?his ?work? had had him working around the clock to locate possible candidates for Madam Kadabera, under the moniker ?Agent Cape?. He was done now?she would no longer be able to blackmail him?he was a free man again.

A free man.

He smiled?he had been under someone?s thumb for as long as he could remember but now?now he could go on living again. Living?he hoped with Bettie. Nothing was going to stop him?and tonight just felt right?he leaned over and popped the glove box where a small black suede box sat.

Preoccupied with the thought of the importance of what the box held Mr. Sincalair did not see the headlights that had been following him since he left his mansion.




Yamu awoke, hungry and still half dazed. The fires still had a nice burn, which meant he had not slept long or someone had been adding to the fire. He went to Hasky first?she was as good as she was going to be?he knew they would have to move again come morning?she needed help or she was going to be gone.

Gone.

Maybe?going was best for her. This was a game, if he just snapped her neck her pain would be over, she would be whole again back at the start. The human?s vein covered hands trembled, as he pictured himself snapping her neck as easily as a chicken?s.

No. He was delusional?tired?he wasn?t in his right mind. He turned and staggered away, afraid of what he might do if he lingered over her trembling body. The beastly fighter stumbled right into Bardock brandishing his brand new Ki Shotgun.

?I?ll take the next watch?? Yamu slurred to the older Saiya-Jin.

The veteran fighter gave the tottering human a rueful laugh. ?You aren?t fit to stand, much less guard. If you want to fight alongside me, you better be at the top of your game, because I?ll kill you as soon as my enemy?you haven?t proven anything to me, Yamu.? The man said his name as if it might be a lie, just like his reputation as a warrior.

The pit-fighter had zero energy for a comeback, he merely let the man pass him, driving a shoulder into him the tumbled him to the ground. To the ground right next to Bra.

Yamu stared at her, primarily her hair. He knew he had seen that hair before, the color, the cut. This face was familiar. ?Bra?? He asked not believing the name in his own mouth. The girl awoke, only momentarily startled by the face inches from hers. ?Bra?is?is that you.?

?Yes?Yamu, its me. I??

?Ssh?tell me later. It?it is just so good to see you.?

?You too, Yamu.?

?These good people??

?Yes.?

?Ok?I trust you.? With that Yamu passed out again, his chest rising and falling at a very even interval.

Those three words struck to the center of Bra. Did she deserve someone else?s trust? How could she take such a thing when she did not trust herself? Did this means she should trust herself?





?Ok?Dave?go home get some sleep?? The night director told him. There was no way one production team could man the week long endeavor without switching out once in awhile.

?Remember that bet?I?ll be tracking my little cash pony in there.?

?Yeah yeah?? the outgoing director winced, thinking of his empty wallet.

He drove towards his apartment, catching what seemed like every traffic light as his gas tank began to hit ?E?.

Without knowing why, he made a left when he should have gone right?he was going to see his ex-wife?he did not know what he was going to do when he got there, but he had to try, before she and their kids were out of his life for good.