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Realistic or Modern Deception and Perception

She was silent, still hugging her knees. No matter what, she couldn't shake the guilt. Closing her eyes, she hummed softly to herself, imagining she was anywhere but here. The world drowned out around her and she smiled, enjoying being in her old house again with her mother.
 
After a few minutes of searching the units inside confirmed it was safe, moving to the outside while the more mobile soldiers moved inside - switching positions. One knelt beside the corpse and attempted to identify the man, nodding and speaking into his helmet then listening to his orders. The rest of the men looked around for any potential evidence of the killer, finger prints, dead skins flakes, hairs, anything until eventually managing to find a number of prints on different objects, placing the fingerprint slides into airtight bags for transportation to a lab for analysis. Two of them picking up Joel's body and carrying it outside for a proper burial, the rest walking behind in a procession of respect to his bravery, guessing that he didn't give information due to the excessive torture and eventual death.
 
Hunter sat down, still not looking at Natalie, for he was torn. He had been doing this for years, stealing, drinking, but never this. The Zepellin were a company, and yet how was this making money. His mind was racing, contemplating every decision he has made So far. He was tired, tired of working, tired of being sneaky, tired of being alone to worry alone. He was now a witness to a murder and it was too much.
 
She let herself fall on him, resting her head on her shoulder. Natalie's face was wet with tears, and to make things worse, the rain began to fall gently.
 
Chase hurried through the allies of town, stopping only ones to throw his wig away and then held his hood over his face. When he suddenly reached another bar he saw Hunter and Natalie sitting on the dirty ground and crying. "Did you guys seriously just have that bad of a falling out?" he asked shocked as it began to rain. Looked ahead to see the warehouse surrounded. "Wait, what in god's name did Virgil do?" he growled.
 
Hunter took off his over sized button shirt, wrapping it around himself and Natalie. Allowing her head to rest on his shoulders, putting his face into her hair. He closed his eyes and waited for all the hurt to subside. He looked up to Chase, shook his head before returning to Natalie.
 
Chase sighed and pulled his hood up more as he tried to go to the end of the alleyway and see what was going on. As soon as he saw them carrying a body he turned to the crying 24 years old shocked. 'This is awesome,' he thought annoyed. He hurried over to them and tried to make them stand. "We have to go you two, you can cry at my place."
 
With her eyes closed, she continued to hum quietly to herself, missing the comforts of home greatly. Although it had been years since she'd actually been with her mother, she missed it dearly. Natalie swallowed hard and kept her head on his shoulder.
 
Hunter was quiet, his revelation over. He sorted together what he wanted, and what he needed to change. He put an arm under Natalie's legs, and one on her back, lifting her gently. He stood, allowing her head to stay were it was, hoping she didn't get disturbed. Looking on to Chase, "Lead the way." His voice was calm, but showed the severity of the night. With his shirt fluttering off in the rain and wind, a white t-shirt was the only thing keeping him sheltered from the rain. Walking after wherever Chase led, he put his head onto Natalie's before continuing. He whispered to her, "I'm sorry our dinner night got ruined, I owe you another.", it wasn't serious, but he wanted to lighten her mood. With his arms tight on her he walked in the rain, hoping the night would end.
 
Natalie kept her head close to his chest, her mind still wandering, but well aware what was going on around her. Of course, by this time, she was drunk, but Natalie had two different personalities when she is drunk. One, the happy go lucky party animal, the other, the sad weeping pathetic girl.
 
Chase nodded and swiftly walked to his apartment. It was small but you could almost call it very fancy looking. With a black leather couch, all pure white walls, hell he even had a flat screen tv and decorations to match. It made you wonder if he was secretly rich or just had great decorating skills. "You and Natalie can have the couch, by the by it has a bed inside it," Chase explained going into the kitchen which looked as if the only way it was in the same apartment complex as Sylvia's was for it to have been remodeled. "You two up for eating something?" he asked.
 
"Just some water Chase." Hunter had already set Natalie down on an adjacent chair. He began opening the couch up, folding out the bed. The built in sheets look unused, and the adjoining cover was nice. He set it up and tucked in Natalie like a child, very easily and with care in his work. With that he sat down, not far from her, but he wasn't touching her. He Sat criss cross, and watched her.
 
Keeping her eyes shut, she began to come back to reality, calm and relaxed. It was unlike her to get so emotional, but as usual, it had been building up over time. Feeling the warmth of the blanket surround her, she let all her muscles relax as she opened her eyes slowly.
 
Chase sighed as he walked back into the room with his water. He watched Hunter for a moment handing him a glass of water. He sat down in the chair he had put Natalie in as he asked, "Would you be willing to tell me what happened now?" He didn't realize Natalie open her eyes.
 
"Virgil went overboard Chase." It was a matter-of-fact statement and showed no reflection of Hunter's emotion. He was tired, physically and mentally, and sleep was needed. He looked down at Natalie, waiting for an invitation to join her in the bed. Whether or not he needed it was unknown to him, but he didn't know where they stood.
 
Chase sighed and looked between the new (maybe) couple. He had a bad feeling and he wanted to know just how Virgil went over board. "Well....good night you too! Sleep tight and don't let the bed bug bite!" Chase suddenly said cheerily and left the room to go to his own. He sighed and went to get ready for bed.
 
"Good night Chase, I will come and talk to you in a bit.". He knew Chase needed more, and Hunter had a business to be a part of. He watched Chase leave before returning his gaze to Natalie.
 
Natalie pulled the covers back beside her slightly, making room for Hunter. Still, her eyes did not meet his, instead, they were lost in a sad gaze. The seriousness of the situation still weighed down on her shoulders heavily, and her brain felt heavy. Nat just wanted to sleep and to never wake up.
 
Hunter folded the covers back, looking at her, longing for her loving eyes. "I'm going to go talk to Chase, I'll be right back.". He began to kiss her forehead, but restrained. She would never feel the same way he felt, they were just going through the motions not knowing the feelings. He walked away to Chase door, knocking quietly, glancing back at Nat.
 
Natalie sat up slightly, looking at him, she longed for his arms wrapped round her, that was all she needed. Giving him a gentle smile, she lay back down and waited for him, closing her eyes. Nat didn't know how she felt, nor what she should feel, but she knew that he made her happy, even if she didn't know exactly what it is she wanted.
 
Chase took quite a while before coming to the door with his hair drench and a towel around him. "Seriously man? Do you not know how to talk to the woman your in a relationship with? If so then you are getting Chase relationship counseling." Chase hit him upside the head. "There. Now what did you need?" Chase couldn't stand the awkwardness inside his apartment so he would try to do whatever to make himself feel better.
 
Hunter gave him a relieved smile, atleast he's ok. "I'll get to her eventually." He gave him a light hit on the arm, "Virgil killed the hostage.". This was a cold statement, one that had been contemplated over and over. "Our only availability to get information, and he killed him after minimal torture.".
 
Chase smirked at Hunter until he heard his statement and sighed in an annoyed tone. "Where's Virgil now?" he asked staying calm, for the moment.
 

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