Assumptions

“Jacob’s titan,” Rico remembered. “You never came into the labs.”

Rubbing the back of his neck, the titan nodded. “Labs are cramped,” he said. Pausing, the big man muttered. “Also: not the most pleasant of memories. What little we have anyway.”

The young man rotated his right elbow, wincing at the pain. Then — wait. “What are you doing here?”

“Getting you out,” his apparent saviour replied easily. He placed a hand in the middle of Rico’s back, propelling him towards the exit.

“Simon sent you?” It seemed the only explanation.

Mr. Big had a coughing fit. Finally: “Definitely his idea.”

[100]

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About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
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