I knew there had to be a catch, some things just really were too good to be true. Delilah went out earlier to carry out her duties and had given me the day off to adjust, but I did not do much adjusting. There were no guest rooms on the ground floor and Delilah did not want me upstairs, so she put me on her couch for the night. I found it acceptable, considering I didn't need to sleep.

I laid across the couch and watched the time go by, listening to the soft snoring of the baby across the room. I was still thinking about my orders, knowing when the sun rose I would have to start carrying them out. On one hand, I sympathized with Delilah and her child, I wanted them out of this life and safe before someone got hurt. On the other hand, Max was now in charge of his father's organization and Delilah wanted me to eliminate him. That could be a problem. Hopefully he would be the last one she ordered me to kill, but even then I knew it would only be a matter of days. The longer he and Yokozuna lived, the more of a chance people would find out Delilah had the command key.

I sighed and sat up slowly and blinked several times. I switched first into my infrared vision, to see if there was anyone doing anything of interest outside. There wasn't. Then I switched to my X-ray mode, to see the city at night. The city was already lit, no matter what the time, so it was easy for me to see several blocks as if it were daytime.

Seeing the area and being in the house again had caused me to remember my first time here. I had near perfect memory, but sometimes it was too much like having a computer for a brain. The memories were always there, just saved into a folder and waiting to be accessed again.

Delilah's father, Ricardo, was already an older man when he purchased my command key. Ricardo was my third commander, back when I was worth far less than I am now since nobody but the elite knew who I was. He was a calm and careful man, never doing anything to put his family in excessive danger. He was effective, but some felt he did not belong as head of the cartel and there were often feuds. His missions for me never seemed to make much since at first, random locations and objectives, but would usually make sense when completed. He was interesting, to say the least.

I sighed and layed back across the couch, looking up at the ceiling. I noticed I forgot to return my vision to normal, and was able to see right through to the second floor. Delilah was asleep in her room, but that was not what caught my attention. I became interested when I realized I could not see through all of the rooms. The rooms where Ricardo worked most often were invisible to me, my eyes unable to see through them. This interested me very much.

I got up off of the couch and quietly made my way up the stairs to the next floor. I recalled that I used to be able to see through every room in the house, so I was surprised when I suddenly could not. I walked across the upstairs hallways and observed that there were three rooms my X-ray vision could not see into. I lightly touched the door knob to one, but it was clearly locked. It was the same with the other two.

I felt slightly irritated that my walk up the stairs had been for nothing, but I was relieved by one thought. Now I had something to put my mind to while I wasn't doing missions. What were these rooms made of? What were they hiding? I would make it my personal mission to find out. Unfortunately for me, I had to be very careful in how I went about doing this.

Before she went to sleep, Delilah, like every other boss, gave me her specific standing orders for what I could and could not do under her command. I was used to it, it was a safety measure so I did not murder my commander's in their sleep. Delilah gave me some quite unique orders, including putting her son's best interest above my own and even her own, and also I was not allowed to wander around the house. Usually, even if I found a way not to listen to an order, I would begin to badly malfunction and shut off. However, as time went by I learned a few tricks that helped me along the way. If I managed to bend the rules slightly and believed I was doing something different and still following orders, I was able to do what I wanted. Such as at that moment, I was not exploring random rooms upstairs and wandering the house, I was merely checking all perimeters to ensure Miguel's safety. I felt no malfunctions and was able to continue on.

However, breaking into any of these rooms would be closer to disobeying orders than I wanted to be. I sighed at myself, cursing again for the thousandth time the irony that my powers were also my limitations. I returned down the stairs and made my way to the couch without making a sound. Unfortunately, the sleeping Miguel did not have my ability to be so quiet. He woke up and began to cry.

Within a moment or two, Delilah came down the stairs and began consoling the child. It was again odd, seeing a criminal and drug lord in such a vulnerable position. She lifted the baby and rocked him in her arms until he began to sleep again.

"It's alright, Miguel. Don't worry, mijo." She said in a soothing voice.
"Do you not need sleep?" She asked, addressing her question to me. I had not realized I was staring and observing the whole time.

"No, I do not." I replied and turned my attention to the ceiling.
"Though, that is not why I stared. I was simply curious."

"About what?" Delilah asked, bobbing slightly as her son slept.

"Human interactions, perhaps. I am not used to seeing my commanders in such a way. It is an abnormally, even if a pleasant one."

She smiled slightly and laid the baby back in his bed. She put a blanket over him as he snored quietly.

"Yes, I assume most of your other...commanders, as you say, did not have infants around their house. Which is probably why they stay in the game, and I wish to leave it." She said with a slight yawn.
"I am curious now. Do not take this the wrong way, but can you have a family of your own one day?" She asked.

I sat quietly for a moment, thinking of how to answer the question. I had not thought about the concept of a family much, my line of work did not call for one. I assumed I had the body parts and organs for it, but was not entirely sure if I was capable of the entire process leading to birth.

"I am not sure. It was never something that occurred to me before. I do not believe I can." I replied simply.

Delilah looked sympathetic but shrugged it off.
"I am sure you will find someone that will have you thinking of a family one day. Just make sure he stays around, not like Miguel's father." She made a look that was a mixture of disgust and amusement.
"Anyway, goodnight. Thanks for keeping an eye on Miguel. If he wakes up again, just get me. Good luck on your mission tomorrow." She added before heading back up the stairs.

I nodded silently in reply and laid across the couch. Something was now nagging at me that wasn't there before. I never thought about whether or not I could have a family or children of my own, but they idea that I may not be able to bothered me. Usually I would not care about such a thing, but now I could not let it go. This bothered me even more, the fact that I had such strong emotions tied to an event again. This had never happened before, but had now happened twice. I did not know if these emotions were good or bad, or if I wanted them, but they were there. What was I to do about it?