#A rascal is fucking right I am going to punch this man in his mouth. With my mouth.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

What would happened if both Kai and his s/o got turned into children and they have puppy crushes on each other

I loved this one. Like. Thank you my lufe is complete

"We are so fucked when both of them return their memories and actual bodies."

"Fucked? WE aRE FReAKinG DEAd ArROw HaIrEd! D-E-A-D!"

"Stop yelling, both of them are on the back seat." Chrono hissed while he took a look at the now brow haired little boy, stoic face as usual as he read it a book on his hands while bot much far a little companion of (E/c) shakung their legs shyly on their seat while looking at the black window.

To cut the story short. The four of you were sinply walking abd minding your own business... until a child, that apparently just had gotten their quirk, shoted a puff of green smoke in your direction by accident.

Kai had tried to grab your arm and yank you away but he was also catched by the quirk's affects... and after a bit of coughing, Chrono and Mimic widened their eyes at horror at not seing his boss and (Y/n), but a pait of childs instead.

The parents of the rascal just grabbed onto their kid and ran away without looking back... leaving both men to deal with those... tiny versions of Overhaul and his partner.

The moment they got out, Chisaki recognized the place and nonchalantly just made his way out of the car, stopping when he noticed that his little... companion wasn't coming.

"U-uh.. excuse me m-mister?" You tugged at Kurono's coat, catching not only his attention but of everyone in there actually.

"C-can you please take me home? My mommy and daddy might be worried."

"Shiiiiiiii-" Mimic got punched by Kurono's after that before the man sighed and crouched down to be eye level with you.

"Sorry about that. I will take you home soon okay?" He lied blankly, smirking unterbally at the sigh of relief and shy nod you gave it to him.

"What is going on here?" Pops just had came out of his own office, almost tripping over at... Chisaki?!

Since when the time had reverted? And why the fuck he didn't got younger as well?

Chrono and Mimic nervously explained the situation to the man while you were almost panicking at seing that cute boy's eyes on you.

Chisaki just... didn't even blinked... He had that same look but his eyes spoted something different on there...

But the staring eas creppy. Creppy as f-

"Luckily the effect will wear it off by a few hours." Chrono finsihes while Pops sighed before letting out a low chuckle while patting Chisaki's head.

"I hope you just don't cause me the same troubles that you did once in this age kid." He arched one of his eyebrows at seing the tiny grunt that left his sucessor as he nodded... eyes not even once changung fron their original place.

He followed his gaze and laughed at seing the tiny version of his daughter in law, catching what was going on.

"Kurono my boy, take that little one to 'show the house' if is not much of a bother." Chrono nodded his head before extending his hand at yours to lead you through.

Oh boi, wrong move. Tiny ball of wrath right now is pissed.

The elder laughed even more before messing with Chisaki's hair.

"Hari can't touch your friend anymore kid?" The boy glared at him before huffing his response.

"First, that's not block head Pops. Second, we're not that, I dont even know them. And for final, that man doesn't even know them either, so its disgusting, they didn't even washed their hands befo-"

"Oh dear lord Kai just admit you have feelings for once, brat." He sighed, remebering that he discovered Kai's disgust of germs werr indeed at a very young age.

~

"Your name is?"

"Since you dont have your memories, you can call me Chrono." He said nonchantly, following you from behind as you looked in astonishment and curiosity the house.

"Got it! Chrono!" You turned around looking uo at hin with a small smile "Did I say it right?" You yelped in glee at his nod, Hari shooking his head at that.

"Oi." A cold monotomous, yet childish, voice interrupted your glee, making you yelp at the sudden appearance while Hari bitted the inside of cheek to not to snicker.

"I can take care of the newbie. Go and do something useful instead." You furrowed your eyebrows at that, almost gasping in disbelief when the man had left you alone on there with this boy.

Traitor!

"You. Name. Now. Why are you here in the Shie Hassaikai? Pops clearly didn't took you in." You gagged, blushing furiously at the closer he had gotten and the intensity of thise golden eyes were pearing at your own.

"I-I don't know!" You blocked your vision with your hands "B-But I am going away soon!"

"Why? Stop covering your face like that idiot, you look ridiculous."

"Because... I have to go back?" You said almost uncertainly as the boy hummed, not exactly in complete understatement.

"You make me feel weird. What's your quirk? Stop using it on me your illness." He growled the last parts as you waved your hands in the air.

"No! No! I am not using anything, I don't have a quirk!"

He blinked in astonishment at that, his golden eyes eyeing you more curiously as he took steps around you, stopping with a huff as his hand went ot his neck, pink dusting his cheeks.

"You... know how to play Shogi?"

"What's shogi?" He scoffed at that before picking a handkerchief on his pocket to grab on your hand and oush you around the house.

"You don't have culture. Here, wash your hands first and I might teach you a bit."

You blushed before giggling a okay, not understanding this weird boy but surely liking him a bit.

He crashed you on that thing, but you were more focused on that concentrate golden eyes and the slightest twist of those lips on a smirk whenever you losed.

"I won." You whined while putting your chin on the coffee tablr "Don't do that, is dirty."

You poked your tongue out, giggling at the way he arched his eyebrow while he organized the board again.

"Ah! Is late!" You scotted up and patted your legs while Chisaki furrowed his eyebrows.

"Where you're going?"

"I need to gi back to my parents@ they must be worried... Chrono told me he would get me-" you gasped at feeling a hand grabbing on your own, causing you and Chisaku to go wide eyed.

What was he doing? He hated touch! Hated it! Except pops, he wouldn't just touch neither let someone touch him out if no where like this!

But yet... he didn't wanted it for you to go now. You were... different, weird... in a... good way if he could say that.

"He.. he is taking a shower now." He lied before retreading his hand, finding it weird to jot to feel the necessity of washing it... it was actually a warmth he was feeling "Is going to take a couple of minutes for sure."

"Ah!" You exclaumed in understatement before turning to him again "Ne ne! I don't even asked your name, sorry!" You put your hands behind tour back as you inclined your body towards him a bit with a smile "I'm (L/n) (Y/n)! What's yours?"

"... Chisaki." He spoke, cringing at the geelung of gossegumps consume him "Chisaki Kai."

"That's a beautiful name!" You said with a bright smile.

It.. seemed liek that smile of yours was contagious, it had to be. He was starting to feel like smirking for abit as he merely nodded.

"...you're weird." He blurted out, chuckling a bit at your confused expression.

"Why?!" You said a bit offended.

"You're just-" he showed with his hand at you "like that. Weird."

Just when you went to disagree you started to cough, not a bit ling Chisaki did it too before you opened your eyes... blinking a bit before seing your normal sized hands in front of you.

You looked up to see Chisaki, lookung at you in relief but also in disgust at himself for letting that happen.

You just had one thing to say.

"You were sooo cute when you were a child Kai!" You cooed with both of your hands in your cheeks as you smiled widely at him.... who didn't seened to appreciate your words with that scoff and crinsom blush.

And he wasn't wearung his mask! You could see his flustered face in whole display!

"Shut your mouth. We need a hot shower after that I swear. This was disgusting." He pucked his pace up, trying to ignote his embarrassment.

"So I make you feel weird? How so? Is tgat weird what many would say...umm what's the 'L' word again?" You mocked him before receiving a flip on your forehead and a quick slap on your bum, making you yelp.

"Shut. Up." He growled threateningly, but you only laughed even more at seing his flustered face.

[lu-undy]

Chapter 59 - SBT

Here it is!

"He's tied up nicely." 

"Parfait." 

[Perfect.]

Mundy finished using the bits of rope on Duchemin's legs and wrists, completely tying the man to the chair he was sitting on. Sirens were blasting outside as the battle raged between the animals and the guards. Mundy, Lucien and their prisoner could hear the muffled roars and gunshots.

"First, we make sure he cannot scream." Lucien said with a smirk. 

"How do we do that?" 

"What do you use to scream, mon amour?"

Duchemin's eyebrows jumped. 

"Yer th-oh… D'you wanna do it or…?"

"Non, please, after you." 

"Right." Mundy removed his helmet and dropped it down to the floor before cracking his knuckles. 

"Here." Lucien went behind Duchemin and lifted his head slightly. 

"Thanks, love, here we go…!" Mundy clenched his fist and punched Duchemin's throat so hard that the criminal choked violently. He was sent in a fit of coughs that made his face turn crimson. "That's for the alligators. They aren't stupid, you mongrel, they're more intelligent than you." 

Mundy spat at Duchemin's face. Lucien let go of his head and he lowered it, panting for some air. 

"Now, I may get my tie back." He removed it off of Duchemin's mouth and the man coughed. "After you, Mundy." 

"Right, listen here you piece of filth." Mundy crouched to be at eye level with the rascal. "Ten years ago you went to buy some land here in Oz to pump some oil and sell it. It was not that far from here actually, in what became a massive oil extractin' facility, remember that?" 

Duchemin nodded weakly. 

"But there was a farm on that land, wasn't there? You sent letters, made phone calls more and more frequently. You even sent blokes almost everyday to try and make those farmers give up their house and their land, but they kept on refusin', didn't they?" 

Duchemin tried to clear his throat and his voice came out as a thin thread of air. 

"Oui… Yes… They did… But what are you two… doing?" He coughed more. "You're the singer… and you… You're his lover - argh…" 

Mundy's eyebrows jumped. Of course, without his balaclava, Lucien was Lulu in the eyes of Duchemin. 

"We will come to that. Go on, mon amour." Lucien tapped Mundy's shoulder. 

"So then, what happened, eh? After months of harrassin' the couple of old farmers, hm? What did you do, you worthless piece of filth?" 

"I… I… Got them killed…"

"Yeah, you got them killed by burning the house and the farm, while they were inside, screamin', afraid, two old, defenseless people. Did you ever stop to imagine what it felt like for them? To burn alive? Completely trapped? Devoured by the flames, hm?" Mundy was speaking in low growls, frowning and clenching his teeth. 

"Of course not… I didn't care and I still don't… Do you realise that the rest of my men will soon be done with the animals and will come to end you?"

"I think they are fairly busy, Arthur." Lucien answered, peaking through the lock of the door.

"And I don't care." Mundy added. "Lu'? your lighter." 

Lucien tossed his silver lighter at Mundy. 

"Here." 

"Thanks. Now, look here Arthur." The Aussie said and took the kukri from his belt again. He slashed through Duchemin's chest vertically and swiftly. His clothes ripped off and he yelped as the blade met his skin and sliced. "Oh, sorry mate, didn't mean to cut you, I wanted to leave that to Lu', he likes that kind of stuff." 

Lucien observed keenly as Mundy flicked the lighter open and a flame sprang up. 

"You'll find out today what it feels like to burn alive, mate." 

Duchemin's breath started accelerating. 

"Help! Help me - argh!" Mundy punched his throat again for him to stop shouting.

"You can yell as much as you want. The noise of your bloody sirens cover your cries, mongrel." Mundy got the lighter closer and closer to the criminal's skin, who could hardly believe what was happening. 

And Lucien watched, his jaw dropping. He had never imagined someone as shy and sensitive as Mundy could be cruel. And yet, what he saw that day terrified the Frenchman. Duchemin yelled, jerked his head, and thrashed on the chair, spraying the sweat that had beaded on his brow left and right as Mundy let the lighter trail along his naked chest slowly, along the scar that he had freshly made with the kukri. The blood trickled from the long, straight opening and it seemed that Mundy couldn't hear nor see the pain he was causing. Him, who could feel the pain of others, even for animals, he was hard as steel. 

Lucien couldn't believe his eyes. He walked around to see Mundy's face. 

Merde. He thought. 

Tears were silently streaming down the Aussie's face. 

"Those people you killed like a coward, they were my parents. Honest folks, farmers, they used to help the poor with the surplus that we had. Mum used to knit clothes for the orphans. She used to make jams and pies for them. Dad always gave a hand to other farmers and people around. He was really good with mechanics. He used to repair cars, tractors, pretty much anything." 

Lucien didn't dare intervene even though the sight broke him. 

"And you killed them. Good folks, who did nothing wrong, who asked nothin' of you, hell, you didn't even know them…! But you burnt them." He paused and sniffed, completely ignoring Duchemin yelling his lungs out. "I should have been there. I should have helped. But I had some work far from home. When I came back home, I saw the massacre, I saw the firemen, and when they told me that they found remnants of people, I fell to the floor. Like a sheila. My knees couldn't carry me." 

The lighter moved in languid waves along the criminal's skin, punctuating Mundy's speech. 

"At the burial, there was nothing to bury. To sell the house, there was nothing to sell. For my life, there was nothing more to live. Whatever I'd live, I'd live it without them. They counted the most and they weren't there anymore. And it wasn't because they did something to deserve it. It was just because you wanted to get some oil." 

Mundy wiped his face with the back of his hand. 

"They died because some random French fuck wanted some bloody oil…"

He sniffed but his hand kept on steadily holding Lucien's lighter. 

"It took me ten years to come out of the grave you should have thrown me in, with them. Ten years eaten out by the guilt, eaten out by regret. I've been hating myself for ten years for a crime I didn't commit. I felt like shit and stopped living for ten bloody years because a worthless good-for-nothing piece of shit burnt my life down. I accept that I'm a crazed gunman, I'm nothing but a lunatic who knows how to shoot people from far away, a coward with a rifle. I deserve what you did to them more than they ever did."

He sniffed again. 

"Wanna know the best bit? They aren't even my real parents. They found me and adopted me. Those folks were so nice that they took a baby with them, fed him, raised him, educated him, for him to become nothin' more than a crazed gunman."

Mundy closed the lighter. Duchemin's face was drenched in drool and tears, he was breathing heavily and couldn't move. His head was jerked back. He couldn't do anything but endure.

"You killed my parents ten years ago. And by the end of this, I'll make sure that there's gonna be as much as you left as my parents." Mundy put his palm flat on Duchemin's chest whose eyes snapped wide under the pain. The Aussie was crushing the burning skin below his fingers. "But first, let Lu' do what he wants to you. I need a break."

Mundy stood back up and thank God Lucien was next to him as his knees wobbled.

"Oh, be careful… Here take my cigarette case." Lucien slipped it in Mundy's hand and the latter nodded. 

"Sorry… Sorry I'm shit at this." 

"Non." Lucien went to whisper in Mundy's ear. "You were perfect. Torture is a difficult exercise for the nerves, it is normal. Go and smoke if you want." 

"I feel like shit." 

"Your stomach?" Lucien asked. 

"Y-yeah…" Mundy looked at Duchemin again and he realised only now the atrocity of what he had just done. "Oh-" He put a hand on his mouth as he gagged violently. 

"I'm here, don't worry, it is fine." 

Lucien supported him while the Aussie went to a corner of the hangar and gave back the content of his previous meals. 

"Oh… Sorry… I'm just… Ugh…" 

"It is fine, I understand, no need to explain. Come here and sit down." Lucien helped him walk not too far from Duchemin to keep an eye on him and made him sit down on the bare concrete floor. "Take deep breaths, I am here, it is fine, it is completely normal, mon amour." 

He stayed with him a minute while Mundy let his head lean back on the wall and closed his eyes. Lucien knelt on the floor and delicately wrapped his gloved hands and his arms around Mundy's head before hugging him dearly. 

"Je t'aime, Mundy. Je t'aime à la folie. Je ne sais pas si tu comprends à quel point je t'aime. Tu es fou de faire ça avec moi, tu es fou et je suis fou de toi et de ta folie." 

[I love you, Mundy. I love you madly. I don't know if you understand how much I love you. You are mad to do this with me, you are mad and I am mad about you and your madness.]

He kissed his hair and brushed it repeatedly and slowly. 

"Luv'?"

Lucien looked down. 

"It's ok, go ahead." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Go and give him hell, ok?" 

Mundy's pale face was sharply contrasted with his beautiful, yet still weak, smile. 

"I promise." Lucien answered and kissed his brow before letting go of his lover and walking over to the centre of the hangar, where Duchemin had seemingly passed out. 

Lucien snapped his fingers next to his ear and the man tied to the chair opened his eyes. 

"Ugh…" 

"Arthur Duchemin, may I introduce myself? Oui? Oui, you are listening. Please stay conscious, I would like to get my message across as much as my dearest friend here did. You know me as Lulu, but maybe the name L would ring a bell?" 

Duchemin's eyes snapped wide and he went more pale on the face. 

"I see it does! Fantastique! My reputation precedes me and I see you are well versed in secret business. As you know, I am a spy for la Douce France, Agent L, pour vous servir." Lucien bowed. 

[I am a spy for the sweet and lovely France. Agent L, at your service.]

"Now, you might wonder why I am standing in front of you now, hm? Although if you know my name, I guess you know at least parts of my story. Oui, it will be story time again I am afraid. I know how boring these can be but pray pay attention and I promise to make it short. Well, I will make the story short, maybe not the rest." 

He started pacing the hangar, turning around Duchemin on the chair in circles. 

"You… L?"

"Oui, me L." Lucien comically exaggerated. "Mon Dieu, I thought you were French, please. Our language has a more elegant way of arranging sentences than that…" 

"You're not… Retired?" 

"Oh, I see you know this part of my story, interesting, interesting indeed. I used to be retired, it is true. But as always, when there is an impossible task, the people high up call back the good old classics, hm? Let us face the truth: spies nowadays are not trained like we used to. We used to not be trained which made us extremely adaptable! It was fantastic the things we could come up with back in the days! But now, non, they have to go through all kinds of tests and absurd training that all but destroy their creativity. Being a spy is like being an artist. We are given impossible tasks that no one else but us can carry out, because no one else has the talent to do it without getting killed or caught."

Lucien took his butterfly knife out of his pocket as he went on walking in circles around Duchemin who breathed loud and groaned in pain. The spy played with his knife without looking at it, letting the blades roll around his gloved fingers. 

"Oui! We are magicians, masters of arts that would have us imprisoned, jailed or locked up in an asylum, if we weren't employed by the highest authority of our country. But I hear you ask, L, where is this all going…?" 

Lucien stopped in front of Duchemin. He grasped his hair and pulled his head straight to face him.

"About a decade ago, you ordered the robbery of a bank, quite well executed I must say, and as your employees were chased by the police, they ran over a woman and a child. Oh, hold on… "

Lucien let go of Duchemin's head and it flopped forward.

"Mundy, my cigarette case, please?" 

The Aussie threw it back at Lucien. 

"You didn't smoke?" 

"Nah, stomach's still a bit funny, maybe a bit later." 

"Fair enough." 

Lucien opened it and retrieved the picture. 

"Here, look." He pulled Duchemin's head back up and waited for him to look at the photograph. "Her name was Marie, his, Jérémy. They were my fiancée and my son, the two loves of my life."

Lucien put the photo neatly away and closed the cigarette case before turning and throwing it back at Mundy, who caught it with ease. 

"Your goons hit them with a black 4-by-4 as they were being chased by the police. Of course, you wouldn't know about this as they made it out, you took the money and fled, setting foot in Australia a few months later if my memory serves me well. I did read your file, you see?" 

"Kill… Me…" 

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not yet, we still have to talk." Lucien smiled and Mundy's blood froze from where he was sitting. So that was Lu's natural habitat, eh? That was his job, his routine? 

"As I was saying, your goons ran over Marie and Jérémy. I was at the window, a block or so away from all this and I watched it all happen before my eyes: Jérémy starting to cross the road after a few people, Marie behind him. She heard the car turning at that corner, leapt at Jérémy to put him to safety, got hit first by the bonnet of that black 4-by-4, ejecting her metres away from where the impact happened and crashed on the asphalt, on the other lane. I rushed out, shouting, yelling my lungs out, tears running uncontrollably down my face as I cried their names. Once I arrived at their side, Marie closed her eyes and shed a single tear at the sight of Jérémy's lifeless body in my arms."

Lucien sighed. 

"I held them when the ambulance arrived and barked at them, threatening to kill them if they touched my Marie and my Jérémy. It was after those events that I decided to retire. I quitted everything and rented a small flat in Paris, a city that I never loved, and by then, I completely detested it. Like Mundy here, it took me ten years to come back to my senses." 

Lucien opened the grey uniform.

"You see this suit?" Duchemin frowned. "It took me ten years to put it back on. I lived in rags for ten years. I gave up shaving and cutting my hair. Anyone who saw me thought I was a beggar. No one knew who was the drunkard roaming the streets silently at night, a long bushy beard and equally long unkempt hair, a bottle of undrinkable alcohol in my hand. I was wandering, roaming the streets and drowning the pain of my loss in what would have killed me, surely."

Mundy's jaw dropped. Well, he didn't know that about Lucien…

"Non, no one knew who I was or why I was like that. No one knew that they could thank me if their mother tongue wasn't German anymore. No one would understand anyway, hm? No one would understand that the greatest spy France has ever had could go through the pain of losing the only family he ever had, the one thing you cannot pay with money, the feeling of security, of building something that would run beyond you."

Lucien paused and Duchemin raised his head. 

"But here we are, hm? You, le petit fils de pute who killed my family, my only family."

[The little son of a whore]

Lucien opened his blade. 

"Did you catch their names Arthur?" 

Mundy was genuinely scared. Lucien's eyes shone as coldly as his blade. Duchemin didn't answer. 

"ANSWER ME!"

"AARGH!" Duchemin wailed as Lucien sharply planted his blade in the hostage's thigh. 

"SAY THEIR NAMES!"

"AARGH!" 

Lucien dragged the blade deep in his thigh all the way down to his knee. 

"MARIE! MARIE AND JÉRÉMY-AAARGH!" 

He finally wailed. 

"Now listen." Lucien calmed down abruptly again and removed his blade that he wiped on Duchemin's shoulder. "You will spell their names letter after letter."

The criminal was all out of tears, he sweated profusely and the heat of the pain made his burns ache more. 

"SPELL IT!" Lucien shouted and planted the blade in his other thigh, sending Duchemin through another fit of uncontrollable wails and sobs. 

"M! M! ARGH! M!" 

"BIEN!"

[GOOD!]

Lucien put the blade against Duchemin's chest and carved a capital "M" through the burns that Mundy had already made. The Aussie looked the other way. He couldn't see any more of this. His stomach didn't have anything else to throw up. He just heard Lucien shouting repeatedly "Next!", and Duchemin yelling another letter. The criminal's rhythm slowed down after each letter. It was too painful to go on. But did Lucien care…? 

"You haven't finished, Arthur! What comes after? Come on!" 

The man was surviving on sheer adrenaline and the mad hope that his guards would find him before he died. But each time he started fainting, Lucien would slap him powerfully across the face. He removed his gloves and dropped them to the floor. Mundy looked at them, they started to absorb the blood that dripped from the chair. 

"Do you know why us spies wear gloves?" Lucien asked. "It is to not leave any fingerprints. But this time, I shall allow it. Let the world know that Mundy and I are responsible for your death, that we are ridding this planet of the scum that you are, enfoiré de fils de pute! NEXT LETTER!"

[Fucking son of a whore!]

And it lasted for more. Mundy heard the wails and they quieted down more and more. By that point, Lucien had rolled his sleeves up, and was oscillating between mumbling and shouting on top of his lungs, all of that in French. 

Eventually, Duchemin fell silent, which surprised Mundy. He raised his head and saw Lucien slap Duchemin hard, but the man didn't wake up. 

"RÉPONDS, ENFOIRÉ!"

[ANSWER, MONGREL!]

Mundy looked at Duchemin. The man had passed out. 

"RÉPONDS! ARGH!" 

[ANSWER! ARGH!]

Another slap but no success. 

"Love…" Mundy stood back up and went to Lucien. "He passed out. Nothing you can get out of him."

"RÉPONDS!"

[ANSWER ME!]

Lucien took Duchemin by his shoulders and shook him. His limp head bobbed around but the man was unconscious. 

"Stop!" 

Mundy pulled Lucien back and his blade fell to the floor. 

"I can't let him die, not now, I have to make him suffer more!" Lucien pushed himself forward to free himself from Mundy, like a mad rabid dog that the Aussie was holding back with a leash.

"Lu'?" Mundy pulled him back.

"... He doesn't understand, he doesn't feel it, he doesn't get it, he doesn't-"

"Lu', stop!" 

"He must understand, he must realise, he must-"

"ENOUGH!" 

Mundy's roar echoed in the empty hangar and silence fell around them as Lucien suddenly realised how far from a human being he had behaved.

"Merde… I am sorry…" 

[Shit…]

He clawed his fingers in Mundy's chest, holding on to the uniform jacket and the Aussie pulled him into a hug. 

"It's alright, I'm here now. Calm down. He's passed out, he can't hear you." 

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"

"What are you apologising for?"

"I never wanted to show you this side of me." 

Mundy looked down and saw that Lucien's hands were covered in blood, his hair was ruffled too. The Aussie lowered his head and kissed his lover through his silky locks of hair.

"It's alright, love, I'm here." 

Lucien parted from the embrace. 

"Merde." 

[Shit.]

"What's wrong?" 

"Listen!" 

Mundy looked around them and pricked his ears. The sirens had stopped and he hadn't realised it. All he could hear was voices shouting. But it wasn't panicked shouting at all.

"They managed to put the beasts to sleep I guess. Can't hear them anymore."

"Oui, but they are looking for him now." Lucien pointed at Duchemin.

"Hey! I heard some voices in here!" 

The voice came from right outside of the hangar, on the other side of the door. Mundy looked at Lucien with horrified eyes. 

"Bugger, they're here, what do we do?" Mundy whispered.

"Go behind that door to your right. There are stairs that will lead you upstairs. From there you will have a clear shot on them. Put them to sleep or kill them, it matters little." Lucien answered. 

Mundy's eyebrows jumped. He was surprised by Lucien's answer. 

"What? What about you?" He asked back and they heard the guards trying to break in. 

"There is no time, mon amour, go!"

"I'm not going without you!" Mundy insisted. 

"Mundy, go! I know what I am doing! I have to hide Duchemin so that we can finish this somewhere else!"

"What?! Just kill him and let's get the hell out of there, we're not gonna drag him, are we?"

"We are. I will get this man to suffer more than what he put all of his victims through combined! Now go!"

"Ok, alright." 

Mundy trusted the long experience of the spy. After all, he was the expert and a very good one if one was to believe his reputation. No doubt he knew what he was doing. Mundy readied his rifle in his hands and turned on his heels. 

"Wait, Mundy?"

"Yeah?" He turned back to Lucien and the Frenchman threw himself at the tall Aussie, he grabbed his collar with his blood soaked hands and pulled him down violently to kiss him. It took Mundy completely by surprise. 

But Lucien quickly withdrew. 

"What was that for?" Mundy asked, confused. This was the last moment to share a proof of love. 

"For you to forgive me." Lucien said. 

"For what?! Look, whatever it is, it's fine, it's ok, just be quick!" 

Lucien let go of his lover's collar and Mundy ran upstairs. He positioned himself at the window above the guards who were now trying  to break the lock of the door. 

"Here! The C4's planted, that door's gonna go, get away!" 

Mundy heard one of the soldiers say and he started shooting but as he did so, the guard triggered the explosives. 

The door blew up and away. 

As did the rest of the hangar.