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Soon enough Jack had signed off, leaving the warehouse in eerie silence once again. Ken being dragged into the police vehicle still smiling like a dope, and PJ growling.

"Mark, come to the station..."

PJ snarls at Mark, his green eyes boring into the red haired man who simply sighed and nodded. Frankly he was tired as all hell, however PJ wasn't going to forgive him easily for this. PJ walks out with Mark soon following before he looks over to the speakers, a small smile curling onto his face.

"Good job Sean."

He says quietly, unsure if the Irish man could hear him anymore, but deciding to say it anyhow, just in case. Soon enough Mark walks out, climbing into his car, and following and angry PJ to the police station.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Somewhere in another country probably~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jack smiles as he watches his screen, the dim light shining onto his worn face. The smile either from seeing Mark again, or from seeing the anger twisted onto the cop's face, perhaps it was both.

"Good job Sean."

Mark says, his voice playing straight into the Irish man's headphones. Jack watches the man walk out, his smile not fading, even when the man's red hair was out of sight.

Jack releases a sigh as everything goes quiet, dropping his headphones from his ears so they rested across his neck and running a hand through his dyed green hair, which needed a new dye job terribly, his natural brown roots beginning to outgrow the green.

The Irish man sat in a dark room, seeming like an old motel, the nicest thing in the old room being his laptop, which rested on his lap as he sat on the old dusty bed. The room was mostly empty, except for the bed, a side table, and a dresser off to the corner. It wasn't five star, but frankly Jack didn't care where he stayed. As long as it kept him off the map.

Jack did miss Mark, however going back would be too dangerous for both of them, he hadn't meant to drag his love into this mess he called his life, but it was unavoidable. Jack's life always did find a way to catch up with him, though he thought the whole bank robbery thing was finished, thought they had given up the chase. He guessed he wasn't that lucky.

"Irish luck my ass..."

Jack mutters sarcastically to himself before sighing. Of course he expected all the others to get caught, any other accomplices he had meant nothing to him. Though of course now he was angry, they had made an oath, if one were to get caught the others wouldn't get accused, it would rot with them in prison. The oath apparently meant nothing two the other men Jack worked with for the multiple robberies.

"Should've known I couldn't trust those bastards...."

Jack mutters under his breath pushing a hand through his dyed hair once again. A knock soon sounds at his door forcing the Irish man from his thoughts. The knob turns and in walks a girl, she stood a great deal shorter than Jack, and had a head of black hair cut just above her shoulders, half of it tied up in a ponytail behind her head.

"Sean, you're ride is here..."

The girl says in a soft British accent, her soft brown eyes watching the man. Jack sighs and hesitantly shuts his computer, packing it away in his bag along with his headphones and slinging an extra backpack over his shoulder as he stood. Pushing his hood up and over his dyed green hair as he walks by the girl, who follows him out the door and to a taxi waiting outside.

Jack smiles slightly turning to look at the female before he gets in, the woman smiling back, her eyes showing she was truly sorry to see him go.

"I can't thank you enough..."

Jack says quietly, his voice nearly drowned out by the running engine of the taxi behind him. The girl simply shakes her head, her smile growing ever so slightly.

"Anything for you Sean...Hey Sean, when do you plan to see Mark again.... I can tell you miss him greatly."

The British girl asks softly, her eyes sympathetic. Jack smiles slightly and shakes his head, she was always great at reading people, couldn't hide anything from that girl.

"As soon as I can... but you know how difficult it is."

Jack responds softly, a bit of sad The driver of the taxi releases an impatient huff, clearly telling Jack to just get in, without being rude. Jack rolls his eyes and pulls the female into a hug quickly before climbing in.

"Goodbye Sean."

She says with a smile before Jack closes the door.

"Goodbye Emma."

And with that Jack closes the door, telling the driver where to go and pulling out his phone, his black hood still up covering his hair and face from view.

"I'll see you soon Mark..."

He mutters to himself looking at his phone, a small smile curling onto his lips.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Back in LA~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mark huffs as he sits once again, in his least favorite room. The interrogation room. He had thought he was done with this place, but of course here he was again, this time handcuffed and left alone while PJ did whatever he was doing.

Finally the door creeps open and PJ walks in, sitting down, and clearly still pissed.

"So Fischbach... when did you plan to tell us about your little rendezvous? How many times did you two meet without me knowing?"

PJ questions, his brown eyes glaring at the red haired man across the table, who just looked back at him annoyed. Mark opens his mouth to speak but stops as he realizes something. PJ had no idea about Cry, he seemed to think it was just the man, Ken, that Mark had met with.

"We've only met one other time, and only for a few minutes...."

Mark responds simply, not telling a straight up lie. If the Brit had no idea Cry existed, Mark was going to keep it that way. PJ narrows his eyes.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out? Do you think I'm stupid?"

PJ snarls, slamming his fist against the table angrily. Mark looks at him, saying nothing. He was tempted to answer that last question with a 'yes', however he didn't think that would get him very far, so he kept his mouth shut. Though the words built up, threatening to spill out.

The Brit soon sighs, rubbing his temples with two fingers and trying to calm himself before looking to Mark again.

"Right... So what did you two talk about the first time? Did he tell you where Sean is....?"

PJ inquires, his voice losing anger, and simply filled with exhaustion. All of Jack's games were stressing him out it seemed, Mark almost felt pity for the man.

"Of course he didn't tell me where Jack is...."

Mark rolls his eyes, even if he had there would be know way the red haired man would give up the information that quickly.

"All he told me was a couple things that Jack had said... nothing important though."

Mark shrugs, the metal cuffs around his wrists making a slight noise as he does. The brown haired man raises an eyebrow, silently urging Mark to explain.

"He just said that Jack was sorry, and how he didn't want to drag me into this."

Mark sighs, seeing no reason to lie about this. Nothing Cry had said gave him anymore clue to where his boyfriend was. PJ sighs, looking at Mark with distrust first, before realizing he was telling the truth. The Brit opens his mouth to most likely ask more questions, but is interrupted as the large metal door swings open, an officer rushing in, out of breath.

"I'm busy, what the hell is it!?"

PJ snarls at the officer, his piercing green eyes boring into the man in the doorway. The guard quickly mumbles out an apology before he clears his throat standing a bit taller, though looking worried. And what he said next made that worry perfectly understandable.

"The convict... Ken I think his name was.... He escaped...."