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Just then, she heard something.

A voice. A whisper.

Right next to her ear.

She swore she heard Liam's voice.

"Rebecca." he said.

"We'll never be apart." he told her.

Just as she asked her question, whomever was there... was now gone.

Completely.

Like they'd never been there.

But that suit was unmistakable. The dark blue with the red highlights.

It was Liam's suit. It had to be.

But he wasn't there.

Nobody was.

Just her.

After some floating, she dove under the water and started to actually swim.

The water was an excellent temperature, and she was rather enjoying herself.

However, as she reached the bottom, and flipped around to look up through the water, she swore she saw something.

There was someone standing at the edge of the pool.

Someone looking down at her.

Someone wearing a VERY distinct and familiar suit.

When she made her way down to the underground pool, she found that there was nobody there.

Not a single soul.

She was alone in the pool, and there was a peaceful tranquillity to it.

The water was clear and practically still.

However, there was something off.

Something in the back of her head.

Something that told her HE was still watching her... somehow...

There was silence for a moment, before there was a string of responses.

You know. the first one read.

Just think about it. You'll find the answer. the second one told her.

You're a smart girl. the next one continued.

So what do I want? another asked.

You tell me, Rebecca.

Jackson didn't have a chance to say anything, before she was gone.

He watched her go, and was silent for a moment, before biting his lip.

"....Becca..." he muttered.

"You..." he stammered, looking at the food that was left on her tray.

"...damn it." he cursed quietly, putting his elbows on the table, and resting his eyes in his palms.

"Bastard, Liam. Even to this day, you still torture her, don't you?" he asked quietly, thinking about the bad memories Becca would have... and how she probably suffered from PTSD because of him.

At that moment, as Becca stepped out of the cafeteria, she received another text message. She wanted to ignore it, but her curiosity got the better of her, and she checked her phone.

Aww, not feeling hungry? Didn't finish your food... it read.

Jackson sighed again.

"Yeah, I guess so." he said.

"You never know what that guy that ran it all is capable of." he muttered.

He then looked off to the side for a moment, and for a split-second, she swore she saw... HIM.

The one that had put such fear in her. She swore she saw him walking in the background.

However, when the person turned and she saw them from the front, it clearly wasn't. Their profile just reminded her of him immensely.

And for a brief moment, she thought that he had infiltrated the Unit.

Jackson wasn't sure what to say here.

But he sighed and shook his head.

"...I don't think anyone will." he admitted.

"Those bastards had no regard for our safety or rights or anything." he said further.

"But hey, just try and remember that you're safe here." he continued.

"There's no way he even knows you're here, right? I mean, you could have been taken to ANYWHERE that this place has connections." he added with a light chuckle.

Jackson stopped when he said what she did.

"...." he was silent for a moment, before sighing and sitting back down.

"I see." he said.

"Must have been one HELL of a coincidence for something offhandedly said to trigger that." he said sceptically.

"But just know that you're safe here." he told her.

"Especially since there's a lockdown happening."

Jackson just growled when he heard that.

"I knew it." he said.

"That damn little weasel." he snarled.

"Don't worry, Becca." he then said further.

"Next time I see him, I'm gonna see to it that he never bothers you again." he promised.

"...in fact, I'll go do that NOW." he continued, starting to rise to his feet.

"How dare he bring back those horrid memories..."

As she was trying her best to not dwell on it, she didn't notice someone sit down across from her.

Not until they spoke, anyway.

It was Jackson, and he was looking concerned.

"Hey, Becca?" he addressed her.

"Sorry about whatever I did before." he apologised. They hadn't really spoken since they had bumped into each other in one of the hallways, and he'd been worried that he'd done something to offend her.

"I don't know what I said or did, but if I made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry." he said further.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

The person was right up next to her now, and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Listen closely." he said.

"Do what I say... and perhaps this social situation will end." he told her.

"You want that, yes?" he asked.

"Cooperate with me, and I promise this will end." he assured her.

"Want to know how I can promise this?" he asked.

"...I started it. I know how to end it." he whispered into her ear.

The one in question was wearing clothing to obscure their form and face... and approached her.

"Don't worry." they said.

"It's not you that I want." they told her.

"I don't even want to hurt you." they assured her further.

"...though I admit, you DO seem to be quite the interesting specimen..." they then mumbled.

"But I'm after another catch." they said.

"...and you'll help me get them."

Darrell perked up when he heard the word 'sushi'. Not a WHOLE lot, but it was noticeable.

He smiled a little, and nodded.

"Sure thing." he said.

"That sounds good." he told her.

"...yeah, that DOES sound good..." he then mumbled, his stomach growling a little.

"Guess I'm hungry." he said sheepishly.