Kimiko's face was tense, her fingers moving restlessly in signs.
Frenchie glanced at her gestures and smiled helplessly. "Don't worry, darling. We're safe. I just saw Soldier Boy head to the conference room for a meeting, so let's grab a little more while we can."
Kimiko continued signing, still somewhat nervous.
"You mean, what if we get caught? It should be fine... at least we won't die," Frenchie said uncertainly.
Kimiko rolled her eyes, feeling thoroughly guilty. What they were doing wasn't exactly honorable.
"Relax." Frenchie lowered his voice and put what he had found into the cardboard box beside him.
There was some contempt in Kimiko's eyes, along with a little anticipation.
A faint sound suddenly came from outside the window. A bird landed on the edge of the glass, tilting its head curiously as it watched the two people inside.
Kimiko instantly tensed. She spun around, grabbed Frenchie's clothes, and hauled him straight over to the wall.
Frenchie nearly fell. He looked around in slight alarm. "Wait! Calm down! Kimiko, it's a bird."
He picked up the box. "Let's go, before that old bastard comes back."
In the hallway, the two ran straight into Homelander, giving them a fright.
"Good morning, sir." Frenchie struggled to remain composed.
Homelander knew these two were employees his father had brought back. He greeted them pleasantly, busy planning his speech.
Meanwhile, in The Seven's conference room.
Black Noir stood there once more. Everyone felt strange looking at this member who had once disappeared.
No matter how they looked at him, they couldn't connect this young man with the taciturn killing machine who had always worn a black helmet.
A-Train couldn't help asking, "Bro, are you really Black Noir?"
Black Noir nodded.
A-Train's expression grew even more complicated. "So someone really can