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Cole woke up in the morning. Luckily he was untouched. He checked his watch, it was ten in the morning. Just then he saw some one approach him. The man approaching Cole pulled out a gun, Cole didn't have time to pull out his sonic screwdriver. He cussed and ran off.
Lynn rolled over, landing on the cold concrete floor with a thud. It was enough to wake her, I’ll tell you that much. She arose with a silent curse and tried to remember why she wasn’t in her apartment. “Oh yeah…” she mumbled. It was time to do another sweep through of the base. She did it. She found nothing. She checked the clock. A little after ten… She sighed and walked out of the building, gun with her as always.
The rest of the day Cole wandered around the city evading the mysterious men who were trying to kill him. Then it was time for Cole's date. He wasn't ready.
Lynn looked around where she thought the gang might be, but there was nothing. It was like they disappeared off the face of the earth. When six rolled around, she was peering into a rival gang’s windows. Nothing, still. She sighed and started walking to the restaurant, aware that she hadn’t put any effort at all into getting ready but too distracted to really care. She looked fine. Her hair was a little messy and her jeans a little dusty, but whatever. She wasn’t sure how to get all done up anyway. She slipped her gun into its usual place and her pocket knife into its. As soon as 24 hours passed, she would get serious in her search.
Cole was at the restaurant. He was looking out for Lynn and making sure that no one was going to kill him while they were on their date.
Lynn reached the restaurant. Upon seeing Cole, she was rather glad she didn’t try anything fancy. “I’m sorry if you had to wait long… there was a little issue at HQ,” she said, smiling a bit. This made it a lot less awkward for her. "How was your...um...day?"
"Don't ask..." Cole said, he was suddenly self concious of himself now. He could smell the wet asphalt, and noticed how ragged his clothes were, "actually I was chased by men who wanted to kill me, my safehouse blew up." Cole dismissed it, "well anyways, let's enjoy our date."
It was terrible that he had assassins after him, naturally, but the end result of all that was pretty amusing. Lynn couldn’t help it. But, trying to be considerate or something, she tried to cover her growing smile with a well-placed hand. She walked closer to him and into the restaurant. “I’m kind of already enjoying it,” she murmured quietly.
"Good," Cole said as the waiters pulled them in. Cole went and pulled out a seat, "for you." He said before pulling out his own chair and sitting down.
Lynn nodded in thanks as she slid into the chair. She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. She asked the obvious question. “Sorry…I’ve been wondering… did you always aspire to be a mad scientist or did it just come to you one day? It isn’t a very common profession.”
"hmm." Cole thought, "yeah it just came to me one day. When my father got jailed I realized he had taught me for one thing and one thing only." Cole leaned in, "to be a mad scientist. So I did become one as you can see."
Lynn smiled. "So you learned your skills from your incarcerated father? I just did the opposite of whatever my parents tried to teach me. I guess i was a rebel. I took to the streets years ago--couldn't stand them anymore. I've no clue where they ran off to after that."
"Oh," Cole said, "that's... Unfortunate." Then the waiter inturupted. Cole ordered some hamburgers and fries.
After the waiter left, Lynn quirked a brow. “Everyone I’ve told says that. Never knew why, it was my choice to leave and I was ‘adopted’ by the gang. They stand me much better than my folks ever did, and I them.”
"I can't understand..." Cole said, "my father was great to me. He taught me very well. He taught me everything."
"Not everyone's that great, I guess," Lynn said, resting her head on her hand. "There are plenty of crappy parents out there."
"There are?" Cole asked. Then he added, "I don't know much about outside life. My father didn't tell me anything about that."
Lynn tilted her head slightly. "Outside life?"
"Yeah," Cole explained, "my father owned a huge amount of land. He kept me in there where he taught me how to fish, hunt, fight, how to do math, he taught me science, mechanics, torture, sneaking, cheating at cards, welding, engineering, programming, hacking, and lots more."
The two that really stuck out at her were cheating at cards and torture. "That's quite a portfolio of skills you have, then," she smiled. "I can shoot things and survive in the city. Outwit most people. That's pretty much it. Oh--breaking and entering. I'm great at that."