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In the end, it was decided they were better off dead then kept around as toys. Crawford had seen something, but he wouldn’t tell them what. He just said that it was time to stop playing, and no, they couldn’t keep them as pets. They had to be done away with once and for all.
Balinese, throttled with his own garrote wire, was dumped into the river. He hovered at the surface for a while, floating face down, his hair drifting around his face, before his finally disappeared into the dark water.
Abyssinian, his mind destroyed with his own memories and finally put out of his misery with a bullet to the head, was left for Kritiker to find. They would want their team leader back, and anyway, it seemed a shame to damage him any further. He made a surprisingly pretty corpse, already-porcelain skin several shades paler until he looked like he was made of tissue paper. It contrasted nicely with his wine-red hair and the blood spattered across his forehead. His amethyst eyes remained open, waiting.
Siberian, they left to Farfarello’s knives. They left what remained when he was finished, or rather when Crawford finally pulled him off, saying they had other things to do and couldn’t spend the whole day there. In the morning, the warehouse operators would get a nasty surprise when they found the dismembered body.
Bombay, they kept alive. He’d be needed later, Crawford said. His Takatori blood would be an asset sometime in the future. They locked him up in one of their rooms in the apartment until Crawford decided on more permanent lodgings for him.
He didn’t say much, not that they were very interested in speaking to him. He didn’t even give much of a reaction when Farfarello brought him a few trinkets from his friends: one of Siberian’s fingers and a few bloodied strands of Abyssinian’s hair.
He’d cried at first, but had stopped days ago, and now didn’t even look at them when they brought him food and told him where they’d be sending him until they needed him again. Schwarz shrugged their collective shoulders. They game was over now, and it wasn’t much fun when the toys were broken.
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