10 A.M.
“Why hasn’t Kaname shown up yet? Her phone is busy too…has been for at least an hour…” he sulked. Sousuke was developing a habit of talking out his thoughts.
A soft knock at the door interrupted his thought train. Maybe it was Kaname? Heart lifting, he answered the door.
But it was Kyouko, “Uhm, Sousuke, sorry to bother you. Have you seen Kaname? I stopped by her apartment to go shopping with her. But there was no answer. I tried calling, too…” Her words halted when she saw the color drain from his face.
“Stay here!” he commanded and shoved his cellphone into Kyouko’s hands. He bolted, not waiting for Kyouko to respond.
Pouring all his speed into is run, he felt he had lead in is shoes as he dodged and leapt over cars in the street. “I’m coming, Kaname. Please, be alright,” he whispered to the air as he shot the door lock at the base of her apartment building and hit only every 3rd stair on the way up. The apartment door yielded to his Glock and he kicked it open. Frantically, he called out for her, searching each room.
Collapsed on her bedroom floor, head lying on her cellphone, Kaname was droning out Black Technology secrets. “Kaname!!!” – his scream had no effect. She just kept murmuring until the phone clicked signaling the end of the call. A shriek rocked the apartment before she went limp.
He knelt and scooped her up, cradling her and shaking her gently. He brushed the hair out of her face, “Come on snap out of this, wake up! Kaname!” Panic replaced his adrenaline rush. He had to stop shaking her, when he realized it had become more of a whiplash effect. Coming to his senses he pleaded, “Please, Kaname, wake up…” he put his lips to her cheek as he picked up her phone and checked the number of the last incoming call. Next, he dialed Kyouko.
“Uhm, hello? Sousuke? Is Kaname ok?” Kyouko anxiously blurted.
“Kyouko no time for explanations – behind my couch is a sat phone. I need you to get it and contact Mithril for me. I’ll talk you through it.”
…
On the sat phone, Kyouko’s nervousness peaked, “Ahhhh, hello? I’m calling in place of Sousuke…err I mean URZU –7…Please respond.”
“WHO IS THIS? IS THIS A JOKE? THIS BETTER NOT BE CHIDORI AGAIN!” an unforgiving tone entered the already hard voice.
Stunned and blinking, she replied, “Ahh, I’m Kyouko. Her friend.” It was hard to listen to Sousuke’s directions and pay attention to the voice blaring at her from the radio.
“WHAT IS IT WITH YOU GIRLS USING ON A MILITARY COMMUNICATIONS EQUIPMENT ASSIGNED TO SAGARA?” the voice demanded.
“LISTEN HERE! This wasn’t my idea. Sousuke asked me to do this. So you just listen to what he’s telling me from the phone to tell you, will you?” she shouted back, her frustration venting at the gruff voice. She picked up speed with the rest, “Kaname was in something Sousuke is saying is called a Whispered State. She wouldn’t not snap out of it. She was lying on top of her phone murmuring something he calls Black Technology. The call ended and she screamed and passed out. I heard the scream all the way across the street. He needs to get her to something called the Whispered Facility pronto. He also needs an expert on Whispereds available in 10 minutes. He’ll call back on the sat phone then. Do you understand me?”
She was bawling and trembling by the time she finished.
A much meeker, “Yes, Mam. Understood. Will wait for URZU-7 to re-establish contact. Mithril base out.” was the reply.
“Good girl, Kyouko,” Sousuke soothed, “Now bring me the sat phone and help me with Kaname.”
Kyouko wiped ineffectively at the tears with her sleeve and then lugged the heavy case there as fast as her short legs could move, working her way through the gathering crowd.
…
Kyouko fought past the curious on lookers and squeezed into Kaname’s apartment. Dropping the boxes and slamming the broken door behind her. “Sousuke?”
“Yes – we’re in her room. Get some hot wet towels – we need to warm her up. She’s going into shock.”
Kyouko obeyed. Walking in to the room with the sopping, steaming towels, she saw Sousuke caressing Kaname’s face as she lay on the floor. Hearing the water dripping on the carpet, he looked up took the towels and asked, “Has someone called an ambulance?”
“Yes, should be here any minute,” she replied as he carefully wrapped Kaname. What little of her nightgown showed, now became transparent from the wicking effect. Kyouko’s knees buckled under her, and she put her fists on the floor to support herself as she wept. “Sousuke, will she be ok?”
“I hope so, “ he softly replied, forlornly staring down at the girl he loved. Then he forced himself up to call Mithril headquarters.
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I hope this darker shift isn’t too sudden in this and the last chapter… Please let me know what you think.
6/19/04
- corrected Sousuke's call sign
I wonder when Souske going to check to see if Kaname's apartment bugged? Other then Mithral, Japanese goverment, that is?
Maybe good for a spam fic. 
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(I put your comments in my list of story fixes. - For after I get the main jist of it written.)