Heine was like an angry dog on an extremely short leash. Badou couldn't remember the last time he'd been so anxious about anything. To make matters worse, he might know the layout better, but he didn't have the first clue about where a little girl might go. If she was smart, she'd be keeping her head down no matter how much damage she could do.

Where do people go? Was he fucking serious? Badou swept an arm out trying to encompass the entire institute in a single gesture. "Do I look like a fucking GPS to you? Maybe you should have asked her to wait for you or stay the hell inside if you knew you were gonna shit yourself looking for her all night."

So maybe he should be more sensitive about Heine teetering on the edge of insanity because his dead girlfriend had come back to life but he was about twenty cigarettes short of sympathetic towards anyone right now. And he was probably going to have to abandon Alle because Heine wasn't gonna stand here waiting another five minutes. Shit. At this rate he was gonna have to suck cock before Alle forgave him for the last few days.

"Let's head back to the women's hall anyway." Badou muttered, turning back toward the patient blocks. "Even if she's not there maybe someone's seen her."