The hooded figure stood amongst the blur of a city crowd. They picked up a newspaper and pretended to read. Though actually they were observing. Observing one person in particular. That one person could easily mistaken for a businessman on making a phone call, but there was something not right about this businessman. He seemed not to be paying much attention to the phone call he was making and his eyes darted everywhere… noticing everything.
The hooded figure knew this person dangerous and they had to leave. They pretended to glance at non-existent watch on their wrist, simply stood up and started to walk away.
"Stop! Stop thief!" Shouted the businessman, pointing a finger to the hooded figure.
Everyone stopped and stared at the hooded figure. They bolted into a run. The hooded figure wasn't worried about the police, no there was the E.E.O to run from. No matter what the E.E.O thought they still didn't understand… not really.
The hooded figure was being chased now. They climbed up a the side of apartment building. The hooded figure looked down. It was a long fall, but probably won't be enough to kill you if you were good at falling.
"We've got you now Streak" Said an E.E.O guard behind the hooded figure.
" I guess you have… just a question why call me Streak?" Said the hooded figure, trying to hide the smirk on their face.
"You seem to be a Streak of bad luck for the E.E.O" Said the second guard.
"Oh really? Well I guess that is true" Streak said admittedly.
"Now if you co-operate E.E.O can help you" Said a E.E.O guard.
Streak glared at the three guards surrounding them.
"I'm not stupid I know what E.E.O stands for, I don't plan on dying yet" Said Streak confidently.
Before the guards could respond, Streak back flipped off the building and disappeared on the city as the E.E.O guards watched helpless from the rooftop.
Streak jumped through a window of an abandoned apartment. The west side of the city was mostly in ruins and not many came here anymore. Everything on the west side of the city was
covered in graffiti and rubbish. There were only gangs and slums for the homeless, but neither of these bothered Streak.
A hand covered their mouth.
"Money! Now!" A voice said.
Streak felt a gun pressed to their head. They still didn't move, a simple mugger didn't bother them.
"If you value your life give me your money now" The voice said again.
Streak had no other response to this, but simply backed kicked and knocked the mugger out.
They took the gun off the mugger and tied them up with some rope they found in their back pack, the two other items in the back pack took Streak by surprise.
Two pocket watches. One a copper gold and the other silver, both had odd engravings, probably with some astrological purpose. Streak looked at them wondering how much money she could get from them, but something felt wrong. First of all this is the 51rst century no-one users pocket watches anymore especially some mugger.
"What are you doing with those? Give them back!" Said the mugger struggling to break free of the knot Streak had tied firmly.
"Oh, you're conscious again" Streak said turning around to face them, ignoring their comment.
"Yes I am and I want those pocket watches back" Said the mugger angrily.
"Why? You probably stole them, going to sell them to an antique shop" Streak said curiously.
"Yeah, I stole them… It's a long story that I can't explain" He said glaring at Streak.
"I have time, tell me" Streak said genuinely interested. Running and hiding got boring and something new helped.
"I said I can't explain it and you probably wouldn't believe me if I told you" He said shrugging their shoulders, giving up on escaping Streak's knot.
"You got me all excited for nothing, oh well I guess I'll just leave you here tied up" Streak said sighing and trying to hide the disappointment in their voice.
"Fine, It all started with the I.E.O and then the E.E.O-"
"What! What do you mean I.E.O and E.E.O?" Streak said angrily.
"Wait! You know what the I.E.O and E.E.O are?!" The mugger said surprised.
"I do, but I wish I didn't" Streak said shuddering, remembering how confused they'd felt in that dark place, all the experiments that they'd being given, the question that had no answers to.
"So you escaped? I heard about there was an escape, but I wasn't sure to believe it or not, I escaped a year ago been living like this ever since" The mugger said.
"Yeah I escaped, got sick of them not answering my questions, all they told was my family had given me up when I'd gone mad" Streak said.
"They told me the same, I took the pocket watches when I left, could be worth something" The mugger said.
"Have you ever opened them?" Streak said curious.
"No, I keep meaning too but never get around to it" He said shrugging.
"Let's open them now shall we" Streak said excitedly starting to open the silver one. Though before she could finish opening it a voice rang across the room.
"Hello Sweetie"