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Regrouped (Guardian and LunarWolf)

Camille spoke, "Yes I was told no." With that she was pulling him into the room and closing the door behind him before letting the cat jump out of her arms and watched him streak off into the bedroom. It wasn't long before the cat came trotting out of the room with something in his jaw and was dropping it at her feet, as if bringing a present. A yellow ribbon. Meant that somebody had been looking for her earlier. This was how the guards at the apartment told her when people had come looking for her. Yellow meant that it had been a member of the gang that had been looking for her. If it was red that meant that a complete stranger had been looking for her. And black was they had physically gone up to her apartment to see if she was there. She was picking up the ribbon to see if there was a name on the ribbon. Giovanni had come to visit at some point. Probably while she had been away earlier. "So tell me... what had you deciding to turn against your leader?"
 
"because he was psychotic to think he could take your leaders on" Isaiah looked at the ribbon she was holding "so what was it you wanted me to come here with you" while he didn't mind Isaiah had a feeling that this was something she did more often when she was stressed out
 
"You know... I'm very similar to him. I'm psychotic enough to take on a whole gang... I have before, and I probably will again. There is nothing more existing." Camille spoke after a moment in time before she was looking at him then spoke with a slight shrug, "I was bored, and you are adorable." With that she was going over and sitting down on the couch, tossing her keys onto the table in front of her, along with her phone.
 
"that maybe but if your leaders warned you not to or told you know you would listen to them" Isaiah moved and sat down next to her and then looked at her "so what is it you are wanting to do"
 
Camille looked towards Isaiah before she spoke, "Yeah no. They know that they can't control me. I'm the troublemaker in our group. And I'm the one usually going around and collecting funds, when I'm not working on cars." With that she was looking at him when he asked what she wanted to do before she cooed, "We could go and lounge in the hot tub. Oh by the by, I'm Camille."
 
"Isaiah and I have a feeling if they truly tried they could and if you want to we can this is your home" Isaiah didn't want to push his luck and her not want to do something
 
"And what is it that you want want to do?" Camille questioned before she snickered and stated that they usually let her do her own thing half of the time. She did grab her phone when somebody called her and just answered it, merely listening to what the other person had to say. "How the fuck did you manage to wreck your car.... already....." was the only thing she could mumble before she stated, "You are an idiot. Have it towed to the shop, I'll be in tomorrow afternoon at some point." With that she was hanging up and shaking her head a bit before she spoke, "I so need a drink." With that the twenty-one year old woman was getting to her feet and questioning, "You old enough to drink?"
 
"yes I am twenty-two and who wrecked their car" Isaiah found it interesting that she seemed to kinda bounce around the apartment. while he knew she wanted to talk a little he was confused as to why she had asked him to join her though
 
"One of the guys in my gang. Idiot decided to try and race down Reaper's Alley. Only experienced racers even dare to race that track. It is so twisty and turning. I've wrecked so many cars driving that damn track, but I know it top to bottom now. Super fun to do on a bike." Camille spoke as she was grabbing a bottle of coke and the bottle of captain that she had in the fridge. About the only alcohol that she had at the moment, at least until she went and bought more. "I asked you here because you interested me. Simple as that. And hello who the hell offers to disable a bomb despite the fact we could have thought you had planted it." Camille spoke as she set stuff down on the coffee table before she was commenting, "I'll be right back though, I'm going to change. I have glass on my clothes still. Help yourself to a drink."
 
"if I had planted it I would have been long gone plus it was badly build the most it would have done was damage the body of the car a bit" Isaiah wasn't going to drink simply because he wanted to be sure that his head was clear in the morning
 
Camille spoke, "Kind of figured as much. Plus you were one of the people that were in sight of Airie or Talia the entire time." With that she was disappearing into the room and changing out of those clothes and into pajamas. Go figure she was discovering a few minor cuts from the glass, but that wasn't that bad. Soon enough she was coming back out wearing her usual sports bra and shorts that she wore as pajamas. "Have a drink with me." Camille encouraged him as she was pouring herself a drink although offered him a drink out of it if he wanted.
 
Isaiah shook his head "sorry don't drink it helps with the PTDS if I don't" Isaiah had seen to many people get blown up and the bomb going off to day had for a short while sent him right back to Iraq and the car bombing that had gotten him sent home and medically discharged. Isaiah shook his head as he tried to clear the memories from his brain even if it was for a short amount of time
 
Camille gave a small nod of her head before she spoke, "You should go and talk to a therapist. I know a super great one, she is amazing. Actually listens to what you have to say without interrupting like I feel most therapists do. And she doesn't sit there and tell you that everything will be fine, that you need to just move past it. She tells you that everything will get better, that you just need to keep putting on foot in front of the other, work past it on your own. Hell she was the one who kept me sane after I was raped on my twenty-first birthday. Stupid sober men thing that when a woman is drunk she is giving her consent regardless."
 
"I have but it didn't do much good all she wanted to do was put my on anti depressants and have me come in for weekly if every couple of days for a session to talk about my feelings and how I have felt since returning home not what caused it" Isaiah looked at her and then gently shook his head "I will be ok so long as I avoid being near exploding bombs"
 
"Again this lady is pretty helpful and won't put you on pills. And she schedules a weekly visit for sure, but you can visit her more often on your own time if you want. Not to mention she makes house calls if you prefer to sit at home and talk." Camille spoke as she was taking a drink of her coke and rum before glancing towards the window for a brief moment in time. This had her getting up and going over to open the curtains so that they could see outside. A beautiful view that was for sure.
 
"we'll see I am not that thrilled with talking about what happened" Isaiah looked over at her and smiled a little "so why would you want to learn how to disarm a bomb it isn't all that often they you would run in to one and if you did you would need years more then a little experience to take one of them on"
 
"Trust me, I wasn't overly keen about talking about what happened to me either. Maybe not as scarring as dealing with a bombing, but it is still something that nobody should go through." Camille spoke before she was taking another drink from her cup then looked over when he asked about why she wanted to learn to disarm a bomb. This had her snickering before she spoke, "If I learn to disarm them, then I can learn how to build them. And I'm a pretty fast learner. I mean I know cars inside and out. Half the time I pulling cars apart and putting them back together, making something new and better."
 
Isaiah nodded his head and then looked at her "to truly understand how a bomb work you have to get in to the head of the person who made it to figure out their quirks and what makes them tick and doing so can add to the burden you already carry" Isaiah often went with out sleep because of what he had seen and had to disarm and he didn't think someone who drove like she did should be with out sleep
 
"Man sounds more complicated than it needs to be." Camille spoke after a moment in time as she was downing the rest of her drink, which was about a fourth of her cup still. A faint giggle fell from her lips before she spoke, "I'll just stick with my cars. I could so fuck somebody over that way if I really wanted to."
 
"just a little but if you don't understand the person you can screw up and blow yourself up in the process" Isaiah smiled at her when she mentioned fucking up someones car "you know I think I may know someplace that will put you in absolute heaven" Isaiahs family had been wealthy and they owned a wear-house full of classic and antique cars that all could use a good servicing.
 
Camille giggled before she cooed, "I adore cars." With that she was actually pouring herself another drink before looking at her door when there was a knock, which had her getting up.
 
"then you will love the warehouse I can tell you that" Isaiah looked over at her and wondered if he should tell her all the different types of cars he had or if he should just make it a surprise since she really seemed to love cars. Isaiah shifted a little to watch her as she went to her door to see who was there and what they wanted. while he was watching her his phone pinged and he looked at it a simple text of 'mission accomplished?' was displayed on the screen Isaiah then texted the person back 'asshole I fucking quit you nearly killed two people with your stunt and have caused more problems then you know for me if you contact me again I will turn you over to the girls!' Isaiah was suppose to infiltrate their group and report back but after the bombing he wasn't going to work for them anymore
 
"Cami, this showed up for you at the front desk." one of the guards from downstairs spoke and he was handing her something. A box which she was gingerly opening especially since it said that it was from Andrew, her youngest brother who was studying abroad and he was a trickster. "Ugh! I'm going to kill him!" Camille groaned after opening it open and paint was exploding everywhere. The guard was covered in paint but trying not to laugh at Camille, who had definitely taken the brunt of that. "And I just showered too...." the female whined before mumbling under her breath. "Good thing your cleaner is coming in tomorrow." the guard spoke before he was giving a wave and headed off leaving the female to close the door behind him and look at the note from her younger brother.
 
Isaiah looked at her "kinda glad I didn't go over to see what you had gotten since I would also be covered in pain and unlike you I don't have a change fo clothes." Isaiah couldn't help but chuckle a little as he watched her and could tell that it annoyed her since she had just showered but he also wondered what the note she was holding said as well
 
"Hey Anthony. Call Andrew and tell him to stay put. He states he plans on leaving the first of next month. Tell him to stay until I contact him. I'll wire him money and get him set up with a place to live. It isn't safe for him to return." Camille opened the door and called after the man, who was giving a thumbs up. At least if Anthony called Andrew, then she didn't have to worry as much about a spy picking up on anything. Who knew if her phone was tapped, the exact reason they took to sending paper letters. "My younger brother is quite the trickster." was all Camille could say as she was putting the box in the garage and grabbing her drink. Fuck washing off the paint at that point in time. It really didn't bug her much. It reminded her of the old times with Andrew and Eric, and the paint wars that they would have.
 
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