Franciss slams the door of the flat shut, standing there with his back to the door for a few minutes. He has his gun hidden underneath his shirt. He takes a few deep breaths and locks the door, walking to the windows to pull the blinds shut.

Franciss never thought he would actually need the emergency apartment that he bought in New York, but thank God he had it. He had ran. More importantly, he took you with him.

He looks over at you, sitting on the bed of the apartment. You pick at the wound on your thigh, and Gabriel remembers that you had been conditioned not to feel pain, or at least react to it.

You were Franciss’ father’s property. A weapon that he had stolen from your home as a kid, raised alongside 5 other “assets”. Franciss had grown up with you, except he wasn’t a weapon like you were. He was his father’s son, he wasn’t part of the experiment. Franciss had been sent away to school, and when he returned he had seen what his father had done to you. You weren’t human anymore, you were a machine that was trained to take orders and kill.

So he had ran. He convinced you to come with him, because there was some part of you buried inside that remembered Franciss, that still loved him.

He walks through the empty apartment, not sure what to do now. Lay low, of course, but he wasn’t sure how that was supposed to happen. You were probably worth thousands of dollars at this point.

Franciss sighs, running his hands through his hair in a soothing manner. He tosses you a clean pair of clothes, hoping you’ll change out of your uniform.