The moment Meko started spouting sequence of numbers and the word ultimate Taylor clasped his hand over his mouth, careful not to even touch his nose so he wouldnâ€™t wake up thinking he was being kidnapped. He risked a fleeting glance to the front and cursed inwardly at the fact that Xanderâ€™s head had tilted to the side as if to listen for more. Of course he had heard it and that was dangerous. The knowledge that Meko let spill out while sleeping could give Xander the bargaining chip he needs to get whatever the hell he wanted from Madam Director. Hell, that information might even be enough for Madam Director to settle on the idea to make the asshole a partner or something.<br/><br/>Xanderâ€™s head tilted as Meko started rambling about an ultimate project and pi something. He knew almost immediately that it had something to do with whatever Madam Director had been looking for. Honestly, it really wasnâ€™t that hard to deduce. How did that detective say it? Elementary dear Watson. He chuckled to himself at the fact he actually remembered that story.<br/><br/>Taylor spent the rest of the ride attempting to make sure Meko didnâ€™t say a single other word about that cursed project. Heâ€™d heard enough and pieced together enough to know that it was dangerous and it didnâ€™t belong in anybodyâ€™s hands.<br/><br/>Xander didnâ€™t bother announcing the obvious fact that they had arrived at their destination, instead he climbed out of the car and walked around to the trunk to retrieve his bag and drop the other two on the ground.  Once he got to the door of the cabin he knocked twice on a log beside the door and the face of it rolled up to reveal a key pad and retina scanner. It was with practiced ease he tapped in the code, scanned his eyes, pushed open the door and kicked a door holder in front of the door so his guests could enter in behind him without a problem.<br/><br/>Taylor on the other hand carefully climbed out of the car and brought Meko with him in his arms. He peered around at his surroundings and a soft smile touched his lips. This place was amazing. The cabin looked to be immaculate and the first story had a wrap around porch while the second had a wrap around balcony. One look towards the outskirts of the clearing told him that there had to be miles of forest surrounding this place. The fog was a little dense but with eyes like his he could see through it almost as well as he could with it being completely sunny.<br/><br/>It was only after he stopped ogling the building and surroundings that he checked for defensive measures. At first glance it was difficult to find but with a better look he could see cameras mounted in the branches of several treeâ€™s and cabin corners. If he wasnâ€™t mistaken there were weight activated alarms hidden in several different spots in the ground. It would only be spotted by a trained eye, the very slight rise of dirt and grass. To be honest it seemed as if a mole of some sort had burrowed there. â€œParanoid mother fucker.â€ He grinned to himself as he adjusted Meko and grabbed their bags before heading inside.<br/><br/>The inside was just as stunning. The open floor plan gave it so much more room than he had seen from the outside. He could almost see his reflection perfectly in the flawless natural wood floors. His favorite feature was the fact that the inside walls matched the outside, all natural timber logs. The big screen TV was mounted inside a large wooden cabinet that looked as if it could spin around and hide it. The L shaped couch was set on a large beige rug that matched the color of the couch and an ottoman was set in front of the middle cushion. A little ways away from the couch rested a large rocker recliner and it looked like it was comfortable enough to sleep in.<br/><br/>â€œWhere can I put him down at?â€ Taylor called as he looked around the house trying to locate the ghost of a man. â€œAnywhere but the last room on the second floor.â€ Came the response from somewhere to his immediate right. Taylor looked in that direction and almost let his jaw drop. The kitchen was cut off from this room by a beautiful cherry island counter but it was the size of the kitchen that surprised him. It was fit for a chef. Not a newbie just started up restaurant chef but those professionals like on TV.<br/><br/>Taylor cleared his throat as he headed for the stairs that had yet another well placed rug on them, the sides and banister the only thing not covered. How was it that the evil guys got all the cool shit? It really wasnâ€™t all that fair. â€œHoly shit.â€ He released the breath before he even realized he had done it. The open part of the second floor was taken up by several bean bag chairs, a 9 foot pool table, several old fashioned arcade games, and the biggest TV screen he had ever seen connected to speakers that were mounted in every corner. Seriously. This was not fair.<br/><br/>Taylor picked the first room he came across and laid Meko on the bed dropping both bags on the floor. If he hated his brother before he really hated him now. The all wood furnishingâ€™s looked fit for the goddamn president or the former queen of England. He guessed being a contract killer paid off. When Trenton said evil doesnâ€™t pay he obviously hadnâ€™t seen his oldest sonâ€™s house.<br/><br/>Xander smirked to himself as he pulled open the double door stainless steel fridge and grabbed a beer before dropping himself into his recliner and popping the top. It was nice to finally be home. It was the moment he sat down that the two panther cubs came bouncing from the shadows. The one with the scarred leg jumped onto his lap and he petted the head of the black cub.