The Stranger Upstairs [FINISHED]

[TONY LA'MONZE]

Tony looked outside. It was just getting dark. If he was going to make it to the building, he needed to head out now. He gathered up the map, rolling it up and stuffing it in his inner coat pocket. He couldn't bring his guns with him - too loud. His knives would have to do. He gave her a small smile and a nod. "I'm going out. If I'm not back by 6 AM tomorrow, assume I'm dead." Or captured.

[DAPHNE COEMAN]

--------Daphne absently nodded when he mentioned leaving. She knew perfectly well how to fend for herself. It was the mention of death that caught her attention. It had been only a few months since the massacre. The only humans she had seen since then were at a distance or trying to kill her. Tony was the first she actually talked to and over the past two weeks she had grown a bit accustomed to the idea of him existing. Even if she never saw him again, he existed and she did not want to think about him ceasing to be like so many on those fateful days.
--------As he turned to leave she reached out and caught his sleeve and opened her mouth to speak, but then let go and quickly stepped back. Her face was nearly expressionless save a slight undefined emotion, a very small hint of confusion, worry, fear, and something else that even she could not determine. She finally spoke. "New warden has two kids. Don't kill them. Guards can die. Children will not be harmed." She could guess well enough by his planning where he was going, though she hadn't the faintest idea why. A touch of threat came over her face. "Understand?" she asked coldly. She knew very little about him, but for all she knew, he was the kind of person to kill kids if they got in his way. She had little care for most people, but even she was not so heartless as to do such a thing.

[TONY LA'MONZE]

In the few short weeks he'd known her, this was the largest outburst of emotion Tony had ever seen from Daphne, and it confused him. He gave a short nod of acknowledgement. "Alright," he murmured quietly. "Now go work on that hard-drive thingy, have fun," he chuckled softly before turning and heading out into the now darkening camp.

[DAPHNE COEMAN]

--------Daphne's expression lost its sternness when he gave a lighthearted consent. She watched him as he left, slight confusion coming over her features. She had not expected that response. Then again, when did she ever properly anticipate any realistic response from anyone. She was no Sherlock Holmes. Sure, the sociopathic tendencies were there as well as the genius mind, but unlike the famous detective who could read any human like an open book, she was left with computers. She loved them. She spoke their language. But there were times she wished she were more of a Sherlock and less of a machine.
--------She waited until he as gone to return to her work. After only a few minutes she grew frustrated. Too many things were going through her head. She stood up and made her way over to the main room of the library and to the psychology section. She pulled out a few books to read. You Are Not So Smart was quickly put back after the first few pages insulted her intelligence and abilities as a rationalist. The Secret Life of Pronouns also found its way back to the shelf when it made assumptions about what she did and did not know concerning psychology. Finally she settled on An Introduction to Psychology. It still did little to help her and after the first chapter she put it back having failed to understand the concepts introduced.

[TONY LA'MONZE]

Tony crossed the camp quickly in fox form. His dark coat of fur and light footing allowed him to pass relatively unnoticed. He carried the map in his head, knowing he'd need to cut to the left once he got to the guard's apartments.
So, around twelve, the guards were changed, and he crept silently by to the waiting and locked window to get Daphne her microscope.