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</div></div><br/><span style="font-family:Assistant"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">The anger directed at his wife always stemmed from worry. Benjamin often had difficulties with expressing his love for her in words or expressions. He was a determined military man, after all, but not without a heart. However, the man would never hesitate to set his woman straight if she scurried out of line. Confrontations could be rough and even physical, but he would never outright hurt her—at least not in encounters outside of the bedroom. She had her place in their marriage, just as he had his. Any derivation of that balance had to be followed by consequence. Benjamin knew what kind of pure desire and ferocity that slumbered within them both. He had tried to contain it for years by keeping certain rules. Sometimes it got to be tiresome and he felt like giving up. Now, considering what they had done to themselves and were about to do to others, the man feared that those rules would break forever.<br/>
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He knew her all too well. They certainly did not need the Sensory Neural Link in order to know what the other felt. Just as he knew that she feared for him, and that is why she acted recklessly, Talia knew that her husband was angry with her for the same reason. How could he ever find another woman like her? She was one in a trillion, if not infinity—just one, exclusive print. People always said that nothing went according to plan in the military, but this was not the military and their plan was quite simple. “From now on you stay behind me and follow my directions,” he had said after she mentioned him being better at all of this than her. Benjamin wanted for them to be successful, which could only happen if they had some kind of basic strategy. He would let her loose the second the situation had been assessed properly. That was his plan.<br/>
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His palms became onto her hips as she moved in front of him to check the contents of the cylinders. Her rear nudged against him as she leaned forward to reach into the massive crate. A millisecond flash of their nights of the old, dark days consumed him. It was a memory he thought lost to him, a time before Shaun. Why did he think of those moments now? Luckily, they disappeared just as fast as they had returned. “You’d be under for a million years or more in all this,” Benjamin said as he followed his wife towards the administration rooms after she had called him. <br/>
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The man did as his wife suggested and cross-referenced the shipping logs with the serial number for the laser cutter used in Shaun’s abduction. After a brief moment of scanning the data with his retinal implants, Benjamin found a match. “No, see, the serial number for the laser cutter was already sent here. What we need is where it came from. Here’s the shipping ID… IKRT5-678-HJ. The laser cutter was included in that shipment along with some of the stasis fluid, which came to this warehouse, and it was dispatched from…,” he said and scanned the paper Talia was holding. “There… Richmont Limited, 647 Riverdrive Heights. That’s outside the city. The company lists it as its warehouse facility for production materials. Isn’t Riverdrive Heights private residences for wealthy people?” The man was just as baffled as his wife. They were only scratching the surface, but already deep into confusing waters.<br/>
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They were lingering too long. Benjamin kept a constant watchful eye around them. It felt as if the cavalry would blow up the entire building any second now. “Come on, we have to go. Grab whatever you can with you, we’ll figure this out back home,” he said as he was half way out the door into the main warehouse facility. Coming back out into the open space next to the main entrance, where they had slaughtered all the soldiers, the couple was suddenly ambushed by bright search lights firing up outside in the rain. The smart vision in his retinal implant instantly adjusted itself to balance the contrast. Benjamin did not halt his pace. He unfolded the mounted shield on his arm and drew his assault rifle. The firearm was steadied against the side of the shield as he kept his pace. Controlled bursts of bullets flew out of the barrel at various targets. The lights were the first things to be taken out by the man. Benjamin expected his wife to follow behind him until he said otherwise. Together, they would be able to soften up the reinforcements at range before engaging in close quarters. One by one, the poorly trained corporate security guards were taken down by hails of bullets of piercing and exploding sorts. When there were only a few left, Benjamin issued a command to his wife. “Okay, go. Take the flanks.” He unleashed the lioness on the poor souls at their sides as they came out into the rain again. He himself would distract a security guard on a mounted gun on top of a military vehicle. Whenever it would even think about firing upon Talia, he unleashed another burst of precise bullets at it, so that it would continue to fire on his shield instead. “There you go. Rip them apart,” Benjamin mumbled after glancing at his wife and her graceful Dance of Death.</span></span>