59 A sharper hate 3 (2/2)
'It's like if their energy was escaping from their bodies.'
The hundreds of notifications that poured into Lazar's mind when all the Draugur collapsed to the ground at the same time gave him the explanation he needed...
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New York City (Manhattan)
7 hours later
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Suzaku and Declan's routine wasn't very complex, in many ways they managed their time more simply and freely than Judith and her brothers who, unlike them, had responsibilities to the group that had taken them under their wing.
Their schedule had only been divided into 2 main activities since they arrived here 2 days ago; fighting to avoid a second monster invasion in Manhattan and resting in a hotel that wasn't already controlled by the woman who was leading the group that Judith and her brothers were now part of.
Including the prevention of an invasion in a routine might seem arrogant, but from Suzaku's point of view, 'It's not when it's harder to rest than fight...'
They had chosen to stay in a hotel that they thought was far enough away from the influence of the woman Declan was calling 'the bitch' each time she was mentioned in their conversations, but they quickly realized that they should have gone further.
Especially Suzaku...
He and Declan agreed to meet every morning at 7:30 am in the hotel kitchens and used to make themselves breakfast from what was left in the refrigerators.
However, Suzaku always arrived half an hour early, as in his country it was almost an obligation to arrive in advance at a meeting, so at the beginning of his breakfast he was always alone.
Just when he thought he could eat quietly at one of the tables in the dining room of the hotel, Suzaku saw through the panoramic windows overlooking the street a middle-aged man with a giant sword in his back walking resolutely to the reception door.
Having spent part of the night looking for the key to the reception door so that he could leave it locked and thus prevent someone from disturbing his peacefulness one more time as this man intended, Suzaku refocused on his plate and continued to cut his slice of bacon with an amused face.
*BAM*
*BAM*
'Looks like they didn't get the message.' No longer amused, Suzaku dropped his cutlery in his plate and walked towards the reception door which the man was trying to break down with shoulders blows.