At least, only as long as it took for him to give birth, because he would not be dealing with pregnancy hormones and dead baby daddies at the same time.
Cyrus wiped his mouth with a napkin. “We didn’t lie. And we were also careful when we came here. We ditched our normal phones, and disabled the trackers. Killian can tell you the specifics, if you are worried about it.”
He was about to dismiss the idea when he realized he couldn’t, despite knowing that Killian knew what the fuck he was doing. Ender just didn’t have it in his paranoid ass to not know exactly what precautions were taken. Hell, had anyone even checked their car when they arrived?!
“I’ll send someone to check your car out, and Killian, you can make me a list later. But as I can’t say I trust technology that I don’t know the source of, give me your phones. Open them up before you do.”
Killian pulled out a small purple cube on a keychain from his pants pocket. On opening, it unfolded into a full-sized phone and he slid it over to him. Cyrus tugged a chain from around hisneck. The phone was the same shape as Killian’s, but a forest-green color, and the man slid it over as well after opening it.
“They aren’t from the Bureau, if that is what you are worried about,” Killian needlessly informed him. “I set them up myself.”
“I’m aware,” Ender snorted. “The Bureau wouldn’t spend so much on phones.”
They were made by Face Tech. He knew the brand well, and his group even used some of the shit they made, but while trustworthy, it was all expensive as fuck.
Picking them up, he went through them one at a time, mostly finding what he expected, aside from a few programs that he knew were likely hand coded by Killian himself. But the functions of said programs weren’t exactly suspicious, so whatever. He couldn’t help but note that Cyrus’ appeared to be new, or at least unused.
After a minute more of digging and searching the codes on the phone, and finding nothing to worry about, he closed them and slid them back to their owners. “Clean. It is curious that Cyrus’ appears to be unused though.”
Killian pocketed his phone, while, somewhat testily, saying, “Cyrus managed to destroy his old one before leaving the Bureau.”
His brow rose at that, as the phones were pretty durable. Well, unless one used their full fucking strength…
The Fate winced. “It was an accident.”
“I’m sure it was,” Ender snorted. “It is surprising there are no missed calls.”
Killian tilted his head slightly. “Can’t deny that. It is a bit surprising that your parents haven’t called yet, Cyrus, or rather, Severo’s.”
Ender grimaced. “Right, you’re close to those two troublemakers, aren’t you?” He wrinkled his nose.
He had a feeling it would be best if he avoided checking the phone that he knew the two Shadow Dwellers had access to for messages.
“Ah, what’s this? Even the great Ender worries when dealing with those two?” Killian teased.
He scoffed. “The word you are looking for is cautious. I am cautious, and only because they are a mighty big pain in the rear when you piss them off.”
Caution was always recommended when dealing with people who had both the resources and the money to fuck your shit up.
“That they are,” Cyrus sighed. “But they also don’t have this number. Or yours, for that matter, Killian. For now, that is. I’m sure Severo is all that is currently standing between them and us.”
“They wouldn’t need Severo to get your numbers,” Ender chuckled.
“They wouldn’t. But I doubt they are viewing this situation as urgent at the moment. As for my parents, they are probably waiting for me to call, but that will only last as long as they are willing to put up with our relatives badgering them.”
“Which won’t be for long, so you should probably call as soon as you can,” Killian noted with a smirk.
Cyrus smiled hesitantly at him. “Is there a place I can go for privacy?”
Ender’s eyes narrowed. “Privacy is not a privilege we have here.”
“Look, I don’t care about your cameras, and no doubt your listening devices. I’d just rather not get berated over the phone while others are physically in the room with me.”
“I don’t know,” the Siren mused. “I doubt they’ll care much about you quitting. It's likely they will even be happy about it.”
Ender frowned. Why would they be happy?
The Fate rolled his eyes. “No doubt, it’s more all the other stuff we kept from them.”
