Maka sighed as she sunk deeper into her seat in, thinking heavily as she stared into space, while Soul in the seat next to her wrestled with a small baggie of peanuts. All the while she went over the details of their mission in her head, drumming her fingers on the seat's armrest. They were to go to a local Alaskan town to investigate a string of nightly disappearances of some of the children; Pretty straight forward. Usually the local law enforcement would handle this, but if the number of missing people should go up above a certain number in a certain amount of time, it could suggest the presence of a kishin egg. What made her blood boil was the fact that this particular kishin egg preyed on young children.

It was already evil enough to consume human souls already, but in her book if you were a kishin egg who consumed the souls of helpless children then it was a totally different ball game. She had dealt with a handful of kishin eggs over the course of her career who took some type of sick pleasure out of selectively eating the souls of children. Let's just say that those kishin eggs have contributed into the ongoing process of making Soul into a Death Scythe. She stewed like this until the she started to feel the steady takeoff of the plane push her into the seat. Three things happened at once; her ears popped, a baby in the seat directly behind them gave an ear-piercing wail and Soul flinched, causing the bag of peanuts to open explosively, pelting them both with the bag's contents. Soul muttered something about there is 'always a crying baby' under his breath while Maka just sighed thinking 'This is going to be one long flight'.

"What's their ETA?"

"Sir, aren't you being a little too paranoid?" The young Navigations Officer replied to his superior from his respective position at the Nav console, scratching his head as he looked at the status of the aircraft in question.

He gave his Nav Officer a look before replying. "It helps to be paranoid when running the kind of op were running. Now about that ETA?"

The officer glanced at the plane's flight data before responding. "They're still on their original course and their bird will be on the tarmac in five."

"Good." He turned to his left addressing a middle-aged woman sitting on another console. "Notify the forward operating base on the ground that the Lindenberg protocol is now active."

"Usual encryption sir?" She spoke as she typed on the console's keyboard.

"Yes." He nodded turning his attention to the observation window to be greeted by the sight of the Earth from their fixed position in orbit. So much was riding on this mission being a success.

"Well at least airport security was a breeze." said Soul as they packed their belongings onto Soul's motorcycle. "Good thing we didn't pack any water bottles."

Maka sighed, which she seemed to be doing a of lot lately. "Well at least something's going right for us so far." she looked over to see Soul strap his bag onto the back of the bike. Once he was satisfied that it wouldn't come undone he mounted the vehicle and patted the seat behind him smiling at her. She rolled her eyes and sat down behind him. Once they were settled Soul keyed the ignition and they were off.

As they drove Maka thought that Alaska wouldn't be that bad of a place to live if it weren't for the cold. She liked the look of the landscape but she wasn't that much of a fan of the climate. It's the second time she's been in the area, but she hadn't really set foot on mainland Alaska, just the secluded island that Brew was on. So it just felt familiar and new all at the same time to her. Speaking of the last time they were here, just like last time they were bundled up just enough to keep warm and not too much that they wouldn't be able to move when the time came. She just hoped that they didn't get lost like that last time in Germany.

At the thought she blurted out. "Soul, do you know where you're going?"

Soul hung his head as he turned onto a highway, remembering just what she was referring to. "Don't worry Maka, I've learned a bit since then." He noticed the person in front of them going a little too slow for his liking and passed the offending sedan before continuing. "Besides, I am NOT going to have a repeat of that happening again." He furrowed his brow in determination. Maka on the other hand sighed in relief, just happy that he knew how to get to there.

They've been driving for what felt like two hours when they stopped for gas at a place that fit the stereotype of a local gas station. The pavement was cracked in places, there was people milling about filling their gas tanks while talking with other passersby. All else said, it was a very active environment when they pulled up to a gas pump. Soul dismounted the bike, paid for the gas, attaching the hose to the bike's tank before turning to Maka. "Oi Maka, I'm going inside to get some hand warmers for the road, need anything?"

"I'm fine." She stretched as she sat on the bike. "If only Jacqueline was here though."

Soul gave a grunt of amusement as he walked towards the gas station's store, noting stacks of tires of many different sizes and a rack of hub caps with various price tags attached to each one. He walked into the store, the familiar typing of the cash register filled his ears as the cashier rung up the current customer while the one next in line looked a little too nervous for his liking. The guy was shifting from foot to foot slightly while his eyes made him look like a deer in the headlights, or a deer with a grey winter jacket, hat, and sweatpants in the headlights. Soul shrugged, wondering what his problem was as he moved through the aisles, his search eventually bringing him to the back of the store. He looked around, scanning for what he was looking for... and finding the container completely empty. Picking up the small empty box, he was about to go and ask the cashier if they had any more when he heard: "Give me all the money, NOW!" Soul went and peeked around an aisle corner to see the guy from before shakily pointing a revolver at the cashier while holding a burlap sack out in front of him pointing towards the cashier. Surprise, surprise. Soul thought as he moved from behind his vantage point walking out in the open. "Hey, you sure that's such a good idea?"

The guy nearly jumped through the roof before turning to his attention and his gun to Soul. "S-stay outta this, I'm not afraid to use this thing!" Soul would have smirked if he wasn't trying to keep a good poker face on for the moment. The guy was obviously scared; the biggest give away being the arm that held the gun was shaking like a reed in a wind tunnel. This time he smirked, he could use this.

"You should be." He extended his arm transforming it into the familiar blade of his scythe form. All the while the guy's mouth was agape as he looked at the spot where the curved blade took up the space where the arm should be. Soul slowly advanced as the gunman slowly backed away. Eventually backing him out of the gas station's convenience store to the point where they were both outside the front door. Soul gave the guy a faked predatory look before faking a lunging action. Well it worked, the guy took off running towards an idling van whose driver had opened the door and was madly gesticulating for the would be passenger to get in. Now for the real part. Soul turned to the hub cap rack.

Picking up an old hub cap with a decent size and weight he focused on the fleeing form of the man before throwing it frisbee style at him. It zipped through the air, connecting with his head with the sound of metal meeting bone making Soul wince in the process. He collapsed with a surrendered "omph." His body connecting with the ever so forgiving asphalt. He changed his arm back to it's normal form, giving the driver a look he started to walk a few steps in the direction of the van. Apparently that was all the driver needed for a reason to get the hell out of dodge, seeing as the fact that his partner in crime just got downed by a hubcap frisbee thrown by what seemed to be an albino kid with a curved blade for an arm. That was all the convincing the driver needed as he slammed on the gas pedal causing the tires to screech in protest as he zoomed out of the gas station.

In the process nearly killing one truck driver who got out of the way just in time at the expense of spilling his coffee on his plaid shirt and overalls. Earning the getaway driver a few curses as he sped down the road like a bat outta hell drugged up on way too much heroin. Soul smiled as he walked up to the prone figure and with his foot sent the revolver sliding left towards the store and away from the guy's hand. Soul examined his handy work for a second before picking up the hubcap and walking back to the store's door, putting the hubcap back to it's respective position on the rack as he walked. He was pleasantly surprised that he hit the guy at all, let alone in the head. Thinking over what had just happened the 'You should be' phrase that he said to the guy was a little too cliche for his liking, but hey it worked though.

He opened the store door, seeing the little empty hand warmer box that he dropped from before. Picking up the box he set it on the counter as the cashier stared at him dumbfounded. " Uhh, do you have anymore handwarmers?"

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So what do you guys think; was it good, bad, or even ugly, did the characters stay in character, did I keep your attention?

Also I did not see any new fanfiction in the Soul Eater section that piqued my interest so I thought that it was nigh time that someone parched the thirst.

By the way I'm also still trying to figure out how many pages of writing I will need to write in order to release some pretty meaty chapters so I apologize for this chapter's shortness.