DC Metro: Blue Line, Saturday Morning

Billy laid his head against the window of the train as it sped through the tunnel. What did Duke want? Had his father been spotted? Had something happened to his mother? Were they moving him after all? And how would he feel if they did? Did he feel anymore at home there than he did when Duke had convinced him to stay?

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C.I.A. Headquarters, Late Morning

Billy approached the desk, feeling apprehensive. Last time he was here he'd technically been an apprehended terrorist.

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He turned and walked out of Duke's office, his thoughts dark.

Washington DC, Saturday Afternoon

Billy didn't immediately return to the metro for the return trip to Fandom. He needed to walk off his frustration and, to be honest, fear. Being inside that building again brought it all back to the fore. Made it all fresh as if it had happened just last week.

If he really was honest with himself, what he really wanted right now was a fight.

( turn down the right back alley in DC, you can find anything )

And off they went for an afternoon of food and weird looks from the strait laced tourists.