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chapter ii

"What kids?" Kim asked as they walked out of the room. "I have no idea what I'm getting into here."

"You'll see," Tiago murmured in amusement. He turned to look at her, a lopsided smirk on his face as he hoisted himself up onto the support beams of the ceiling. "Meet me at the Eye. Try and keep up, yeah?"

Kim scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I can literally take you out and you wouldn't even have the chance to blink." She batted her eyelashes at him teasingly.

Tiago shrugged from his perch above her. "Doesn't mean you're faster than me, though." He crouched and pushed off, reaching out to grab the next beam and swinging around like he was a monkey in a jungle. Kim just sighed and shook her head before taking off towards the stairs.

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Tiago made it to the Eye in record time, approximately two minutes. He knew that taking the stairs took roughly four, which meant he had two spare minutes before she got there. Tiago was stealthily quiet, sneaking through the support beams of the room just above where the teenagers were strung up, hanging from their feet.

"Good plan, Thomas," he heard one of them say, making Tiago stop moving. "Just hear what the man has to say. Really working out for us."

"Oh, shut up, Minho," the dark-haired kid replied as an exasperated response. Tiago made a note of the names. Dark-haired kid: Thomas. Asian kid: Minho. He continued his descent, making sure to avoid the kids.

"Maybe I can―can reach the rope," Thomas said, jerking his upper body to try and grab the rope tied at his feet.

"Wouldn't do that if I were you," Kim said loudly as she walked into the room. She was spinning a knife in her hands. Tiago finally made himself known, jumping from the beams to the floor. Kim gave him an amused look. "What was it you said to me? Try and keep up?"

Tiago rolled his eyes, not meeting her eyes and instead looking at the t-shirt in her right hand. "Don't flatter yourself, I've been here for a couple minutes already. Is that my shirt?" He made a grab for it, but Kim yanked it out of his reach, tucking it behind her back. Tiago finally met her gaze, which was lit up in amusement. He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. He was well aware of the eyes on them, but he wasn't too concerned. He hadn't seen any new injuries on them when he'd climbed down, so he was just here to make sure Barkley didn't come back.

"Say please," Kim teased.

Tiago shook his head. "I'm not begging you for my own shirt, just give it―" He reached around her, managing to get a grip on the shirt. He smirked in victory, before realising that he could feel the sharp point of a knife against his abdomen.

"Say please," she repeated in a low voice. "Wouldn't want your intestines to go everywhere, would we?"

"Who the hell are you people?" the blond kid asked, drawing Tiago's attention. He felt Kim drape the shirt around his shoulders, but he was focused now.

"Are any of you hurt anywhere?"

"My shoulder's a bit achy―"

"Anywhere else?" Tiago clarified, not in the mood for sarcasm.

"No, we're not ... Who are you? What do you want with us?" Thomas asked. Tiago opened his mouth to reply, but a new voice beat him to it.