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Tristan almost jumped out of his skin when his walkie talkie crackled to life, his small pale hands fumbling with the device before he answered. “Aren? Yeah…. Some scary men were searching the building for Ian….they didn’t knock on any of the apartment doors…….Ian’s fever is making it hard for him to eat….” The little boy’s voice was shaking as he pressed himself back against the bottom of the couch where Ian lay.

Ian had managed a little more soup before passing out, his brother having been able to wake him successful the second time he tried to feed his brother. Green eyes had been glassy and that scared Tristan, even if he was friends with Aren now he knew that if Ian died that he, Tristan, would be hauled off to the military school...a place that the young boy didn't want to end up.

“It sounded like they’d be back tomorrow…. I’m scared to go back to the apartment Ian and I live in now…” the young boy’s voice was shaking still. The weather outside not helping his mood at all.
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The safe house was the same as Ian and Aren had left it, just a few things wet in the front end of the space form the broken and open windows, the back room still tidy and more put together then the outside area.

It seemed that the safe house trashed appearance on the outside really helped to keep people away from the back room where all the ‘goods’ where, including some canned food that Ian had left here last time. Maverick's goonies haven't even gone into the safe house, passing by it a few streets over to their dumping ground.

The heavy rain slowed everything down, the rumbling of thunder didn’t help either. Though some saw it as a reprieve from the hot weather of the summer months.