It had been about seven days that Orion and Michael had gone their seperated ways, The only thing Orion asked was why did he save him over and over again? To that Michael had just smiled and said that someone had told him to. Orion knew who might've done that but for now he had an unfinished account he had to settle. He was impatient as to why his men had turned against him and why they wanted to kill him? Maybe he was diabolical about what he had heard from Michael, But did they really wan them dead? He wanted to clear the air.
Orion had come back to his own little apartment and he had slept for more than two days. He had wanted to kiss Michael but he didn't. He missed him terribly, but then Orion thought that it was for the best. It was for the best that he hadn't did that or else it would have been so complicated.
He had stalked some of his members to conform the timing when everyone was in the complex, He had tried his key some point at night and it had worked so they hadn't gotten the locks changed, they must really believe that he had died in the fire. He was lucky. It was half past four and they were all there in the complex, He sneaked past the gates and then into one of the rooms in the ground floor. It was usually empty and they stored miscellaneous things in there. Orion waited and then climbed the stairs, with his back to the wall he heard voices from a meeting room. He checked his gun and popped the safety clip and slid it into his waistband. He knocked on the door and the voices quieted down, He opened the door, "Miss me, Boys?"
Everyone was shocked to see him. They had preseumed him dead a long time ago. but here Orion was, staring at everyone who he thought he trusted.