Meko was a teenager. Yet heâ€™d never been overly driven by his sexual hormones. His mind usually on other things then jumping some girls bones. He had never really found anyone he was sexually attracted to. He was also always focused on making the most of the time he spent with Scino. Of learning anything and everything the man could teach him. He loved to learn. He was more goal oriented than thinking with his pants. He did have sexual urges from time to time but he usually just dealt with it by himself. He hadnâ€™t really ever been with anyone. Not that it mattered. His mind was smart and creative. He could fake it like he had if it ever came to the point he needed to worry about that. He stretched and yawned again.<br/><br/>He followed the man when he indicated to do so. â€œYeah. Not to worry captain. Weâ€™ll fix this. One battle at a time but we will fix this. We can do it. Just keep telling yourself that until you believe it. The more you believe it the fiercer the drive will be to achieve this goal.â€ He yawned again. â€œI will put my all into doing so. My very life will go into fixing and restoring this world to its former glory. To reminding the people they have rights. To reminding the people what freedom really is. This is my new goal in life. This will be my purpose. The drive with which I will fight.â€ He spoke but his words were becoming slurred. â€œWe can do it captain. We are only a smaller amount of fighters than some battles have been won with.â€<br/><br/>He noticed the tattoo and ended up just staring at it. That was cool. People had always assumed his birthmark was a tattoo but it wasnâ€™t. They gypsies had called it the mark of a blessing from heaven. Or Mark de binecuvÃ¢ntarea cerului. He shook his head. He followed him and took the clothes. â€œKay...â€ He said. Going into the bathroom and began to take off his clothes then and there. He had silky soft skin that had very little hair. His butt was round tight and just the right size. He slipped into the sweats and put them on. They fell to hug around the top of his butt. He took the shirt off and it dropped to the ground. He walked into the bedroom after finding the toothbrush and brushing his teeth. He climbed into the chair in the room cuz he wasnâ€™t going to kick the man out of his own bed. He stretched and the shirt he was borrowing seemed to swallow his small willowy but toned form up.<br/><br/>He curled up and laid his head on the arm rest. He was able to fit his petite form all curled up like a cat in the chair. â€œThen you best be getting some sleep too captain.â€ he said with a slurred out voice. Soon falling into a deep sleep.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Frank nodded his head. â€œYes please. Iâ€™ll do anything. Please.â€ he begged. Yeah. He was supposed to be a big wig but honestly his family was how he got his position not any real skill. He tensed at the manâ€™s words. That slightly sadistic smile was quite belying. Especially since he now knew who Phantom really was. He was the worst of the worst and extremely evilly good at the evil shit he did. He was ghost pale. He listened to the man as he got close. He listened. Veto sending a team. Got it. That would happen very soon based on Madam Directorâ€™s pissy ass mood. Damn that woman could be a scary ass bitch. He listened as Xander continued. â€œYes sir. I will make sure this gets done. I will make sure you get the job. I wonâ€™t fail again.â€ He said. When the man vanished he went off. He quickly began to plant seeds into Madam Directorâ€™s mind. Subtle seeds so that in a day or two when she suggested sending a team it be much easier to convince her to send Ohanzee after Taylor and the brat.