Taylor had finished his food just before Meko had and moved to deposit his plate in the sink when his hands accidently bumped Mekoâ€™s and their plates clicked together. A soft almost invisible smile touched his lips as he watched Meko yawn and rub his eyes and was reminded yet again that he was simply a teenager, he had some weird powers going on but he was still a teenager. Hell, he probably hadnâ€™t even got his hormones leveled out yet.<br/><br/>A small shudder ran up Taylorâ€™s spine at that thought. That could prove to be a problem somewhere down the line. He knew when he was that age he was a handful. â€œWe will change the way this country, this world, is moving. Itâ€™s spinning out of control but weâ€™ll do it.â€ He sounded much more confident about that sentence than he actually felt. Taylor had to at least try though, even if he died doing it. He had to try because Meko had put his complete trust in him.<br/><br/>He nodded his head towards the hallway in a sign to follow him before starting out for his old bedroom, the one that Meko woke up in. Damn, he doubted Meko had anything to wear to bed and frankly what he had on looked like it would be hell to sleep in. â€œWait a minute.â€ Taylor half sighed in frustration before veering off into the master bedroom. He pulled open the bottom drawer and fished around for the smallest pair of sweats he had before settling on the all black ones, completely unaware that the way he was stretching provided a good view at his tattoo. He plucked a shirt out of the top drawer without looking before handing them off to Meko. â€œNow, follow me.â€ The words were gruffer than he intended them to be.<br/><br/>â€œMake yourself at home. There should be an extra toothbrush and tube of toothpaste under the bathroom sink.â€ A devilish smile curled onto his lips as he turned to leave, planting his hand on the door frame before looking over his shoulder. â€œTomorrow, we start training you.â€ The way he said it was a partial warning to be prepared. The only way Taylor knew how to teach was the way he himself was taught. No holds barred, fend for yourself, and learn as you go with a little correction here and there.<br/><br/>-0-0-0-0-0<br/>Xander rolled his head in an attempt to crack his neck; he had defiantly slept on it wrong the night before. He turned around to face Frank again and curled his lips back in a deadly smirk. â€œIt wasnâ€™t too long ago that I was called Otaktay or even Ohanzee.â€ He admitted just to see the fear in the puny human standing across from him.<br/><br/>In all his years he had rarely ever seen someone so petrified of him that they literally shook in their shoes, at least not as bad as Frank was. He was amused that this supposedly big dog was really nothing more than a cowering little mouse. â€œYou want a second chance Frank?â€ He clenched and unclenched his fists intentionally drawing attention to the claws that had grown on his hands.<br/><br/>Xander stood silent for just a second deciding if he should just kill Frank and find a new toy in office. No, that would take too much work and far too much time. By the time he did that Taylor would be in the wind. He knew his brother and he knew if the self righteous bastard didnâ€™t want to be found than he wouldnâ€™t be found given enough time.<br/><br/>â€œCount yourself lucky that I filled my quota of killing fuck ups today.â€ Another slightly sadistic grin tugged at Xanderâ€™s lips. â€œHere is what youâ€™re going to do. When the time comes that they are talking about sending a team out to capture Rochester and the kid youâ€™re going to veto it.â€ Xander had returned to his position of mere inches away from Frank. â€œYou, my dear friendâ€¦â€ He took the time to fix the lapels on Frankâ€™s suit jacket before finishing his sentence. â€œare going to suggest that a killer tracks a killer. Youâ€™re going to offer up the idea of me hunting down Taylor.â€<br/><br/>With that Xander stepped away and moved back towards the shadows before he grunted an ah, as if he remembered something. â€œThis time Frank, youâ€™re going to do whatever the hell it takes to make sure I get that job. Fuck up this time and I wonâ€™t just kill you Frank. Iâ€™ll dismantle you nice and slow because itâ€™s been a long time since Iâ€™ve heard a pig squeal.â€ With those parting words Xander disappeared into the darkness once more, leaving no trace he was ever there. No trace besides a well dressed man cowering against a brick wall in a trash filled alley.