Voices. Voices and the clicks of heels over the floor. Approaching the door of the jail.
Edulcore opens one eye.
"We arrested him for pedophily, I don't understand why you superheroes should come here and ruin my enquiry. I have yet to question him, damn.." Ed recognize the voice of the detective who arrested him earlier that day.
"You saw the papers. The high seats want the man in Europe as soon as possible. Shut up and hand us the man quickly. It's global security matter, man" respond a second voice.
Euro stand up from the couch. Rama is coming to rescue him. So soon. he wouldn't have believed the Swordsman so good. Actually he was expecting him to come trough the walls with some sort of ram-head.
When the door opens, Edulcore marvels at the sight. It's not Rama, with the officer there are a tall African American and an auburn haired girl. The expression of surprise of Cicciotto's face is mirrored on the one of the two young people.
"Mein Gott... it's really the Eurostar!" whispers the woman. His tall comrade nods, his face the one of a person who is seeing a ghost.
"Are you... Mr. Edulcore Cicciotto?" aks politely the woman. "I am Ursula Mittelholzer and my colleague is Mercury O'Donovan. We are with the Avant Guarde. Your fingerprints matches exactly the ones of the missing Cicciotto... are you really him?".
Euro doesn't know what to do. He looks at the two young agents, tempted to negate the evidence. But why? His cover his burned out anyway, how much would take for the "discovering of the missing founder of Avant Guarde in Vegas" to become publicly known? At that point, Aurochs would fled away suddenly. If they brought him away, in Europe, even if the press would be able to reveal about him, Aurochs wouldn't be so scared, half a planet away... and rama, still undercover, would have some chance to find him. Yes, is the right thing to do, thinks Euro.
"Yes, I am Edulcore Cicciotto" states, simply, Euro. Both the Avante-Guardists smiles, before re assuming the composture needed by the situation. "You gotta some 'splaining to do, Mr." says the tall man. "Follows us".
"Wait. I take my book" says Euro, turning back toward the couch.
The woman quickly glances at the book's title. "Leave that shit there, Mr. Cicciotto. You are going to see the real thing!"
