Brad walked casually into the hospital, like he owned the place. Never in his life did he feel bounded by stress or worry, and today's heist would not be the exception. The grab was simple, something to help the new guy's asthma so he breath in the caves. Sounded easy enough.
The soul sitting behind the desk was smiling brightly, like all souls normally do. She was young, about twenty with golden hair and freckles. If he were still in his old life, Brad would have taken it upon himself to ask her out.
"Can I help you?" She asked blissfully. Brad smiled at her, pulling out a badge he pick pocketed from a seeker not three weeks ago. It was getting old, and soon he'd have to steal another, but it would work now.
"I'm seeker Snuffs Flowers to the Dust. I have a patient waiting back at the office that desperately needs something to cure his asthma. I need a healer to procure it for me asap."
"Why didn't you just bring him in?" The soul asked, not suspiciously, but curiously. Brad had a fake cut, and he never got close enough to someone for them to get a good look at his eyes.
"Simply put, he was a struggler. Could you please just bring the supplies here? Come to think of it we might need some heal as well. He bit my partner." Brad had gotten exceptionally well at lying over the years, even before the invasion. It was almost compulsive now.
"Wait here one second." The soul ordered meekly. Brad nodded, not taking a seat. They would figure him out soon, but not before he had enough time to make an escape. Jared was waiting at the donut shop down the block, so he didn't have far to go. If she wasn't out in five minutes then Brad would just march himself into their storage and find something the doc called 'inside heal'. He had the power to do that; Brad was tall and strong enough.
The soul came out moments later with a clear bottle of blue liquid and a spray that read 'heal' in large black print. This was too easy; souls were anything if predictable. Brad snatched both containers from her hands in manner that was less than friendly and stuck them both in his coat pockets. He wasn't worried anymore about seekers; he was the runner.
"I do believe it is seeker policy to bring in all humans for medical attention." The soul reminded. I do believe you should mind your own business.
"We will do so as soon as he's secure." Brad replied in a hurried tone. A hand touched his shoulder and he spun around. Behind him was a real seeker, holding a real gun. He looked even less friendly than Brad had, and suddenly the tall man wilted.
"What's this I hear about a human? We haven't found any humans in months." The real seeker inquired. Brad smiled for a moment, sure he couldn't reason his way out of this.
"Wait a minute, you told me you had a human with asthma at your station." The girl behind him replied. The seeker frowned.
"Us, human, asthma? Of course not. We would have brought him here if we found one." Brad's grin grew, like it was a joke and only he knew the punch line.
"Well, the thing is-" Before he seeker had time to process what had transpired Brad threw a right hook that knocked him flat. The only thing Brad could do well besides run and lie was fight. Suddenly he regretted wasting all that time tidying his hair for the disguise, even though his obsidian hair needed the attention.
The girl screamed as Brad knew she would. Brad wanted to make for the door, but he knew more souls were on the way. Roof, head for the roof. No seekers and you can hop to another building. That much was true, he had his pick of buildings to run to in this city. They were all stacked evenly for blocks.
Finally, Brads brain reacted and he ran down the hall, ignoring both the girl and the cries from others to halt.
"Don't run! We can help you!" He heard a man scream. He wasn't sure why seekers had arrived at the hospital; the receptionist probably called them in. Either way he lived up to his title as a runner when he booked up the eggshell stairs like a bull was chasing him. Luckily the double doors were inverted and there was a janitor's closet at the door. He stuck a broom through the handlebars and dashed upstairs. The day was picking up for him.