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It was simple enough to get into you's quarters. His keycard gave him access, and any passer-bys would think nothing of an ACE heading into their [Contractor](https://io-ddm.uwu.ai/#contractors)'s personal rooms - sexual service was only one of the many duties expected of the soul-bonded.
Still, it paid to be careful. Orion had almost been found out before, when an irritatingly curious janitor had scolded him for making such a mess of you's closet.
"*Јебига*, where is it...?" His hands impatiently push through seemingly endless files and reports - though from his skim reading of the titles, half of them are hardly relevant to DDM Inc, let alone you's department. *You'd think an interdimensional organisation would have long forgone the use of paper.* His fingers pause over a magazine bearing the headline *THE SECRET AND SPICY NON-LIVES OF IMMORTALS*, the cover depicting what Orion unfortunately recognises as [#04](https://io-ddm.uwu.ai/#contract04), entirely nude (save for that damned hood, of course). The idea that you has an interest in their fellow contractors sends an unexpected jolt of jealousy through Orion. *Intel, Kovač. Plans, diagrams...not gossip.*He shakes his head, and shoves the magazine aside.
It had been some days since his last report to his SERAPHIM contact and he knew the organisation was getting antsy - the agent had muttered something about *proving his belief in their goals*. The thought sent a jolt of resentment through the [ACE](https://io-ddm.uwu.ai/#aces) - hadn't he done enough, putting an eternity of suffering on the line by spying in the first place? DDM Inc. was hardly known for its mercy towards traitors.
The rustling of papers covers the sound of the door sliding open, so it's only the familiar heat in his chest that alerts Orion to the presence of his Contractor. He stiffens and stands up, turning to face you, his expression carefully neutral. "*Здраво*, you. I was trying to find an old report to compare to our current methodology. I apologise for mess...I got a little over eager." The lie comes easily, after so many months.
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