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I slowed my car down with a growing sense of dread. Why did I agree to go to the beach without the others? I looked out of the tinted windows seeing all the activity going on outside my car. People were just milling around enjoying the beach to the best of their abilities, meanwhile I was sat in my car trying to put this off for as long as possible. Oh well I promised Blake that I would go outside instead of tinkering with Crescent Rose, or whatever I was doing at the time. It's strange that she was the one to tell me to go outside for once instead of Weiss.
I opened the car door slowly to try and shield myself from the burning heat for as long as possible before I stepped out into blazing sun. "Now that's not so bad," I thought to myself as I locked my car. Now I was faced with a choice, go sit in the shade by the promenade, or I could go sit on the beach surrounded by playing children which would get very boring very quickly. I of course decided to go sit in the shade like any sane person would let alone a shy one like myself.
The shade was a good choice. It let me sit and people watch while people just didn't notice me. I noticed many strange people go by me. There was a person in a suit who was flanked by a couple of tough looking people who appeared to be their bodyguards and there was a mascot for some cereal brand or something. I gave up on the people watching and I just looked up towards the clouds.
The clouds moved across the sky lazily reflecting the current mood I felt at the time. These elegant white puffs off condensed water really do seem to have an extremely calming effect on me. I'm not sure why, maybe it was just because how lazily they meander across the sky, as if they have all the time in the world. Any way there's one thing you have to do if you find yourself on one of vales smooth and sandy beaches and that is find one of the many ice cream stall dotted along the coast line and indulge in a lovely cone off ice cream.
My mission memorized I set out towards the nearest ice cream stand. The queue was surprising short considering both the time of day and the record setting temperature. Nevertheless the wait was still agonizing, given stalwart refusal to take off my crimson cloak even with the absurd temperature (So what if I get heat stroke, then I get to stay inside whilst being waited on by the rest of my team. It's a win-win.) When I got to the front of the queue, I saw a person that I would never forget for the rest of my life. This person almost killed my sister if not for the intervention of a mystic women.
This person was Neapolitan.
She hadn't spotted me, but she was heading somewhere at a rate of knots and when Neo is headed somewhere as quickly as her little legs can carry her it's generally for a reason. I decided, probably against my better judgement, to follow her as silently as possible (as to not be detected) to wherever she was heading.
It wasn't the hardest task to follow the pink haired illusionist, since not many people in this part of vale tend to have tricoloured hair and a bright white outfit. I made sure to note in my head what direction she's headed. I stalked her all around Vale. We went to the residential district, then to the commercial area and then finally back towards the warehouses. Neo stopped in front of one before looking to her right then her left before she entered. The door closed slowly so I had just enough time to slip inside before it closed entirely.
The insides of this warehouse were bland to say the least. Four walls and a concreate floor with several desks at one end and stacks upon stacks of wooden shipping crates at the other. There was also a strange lack of a certain pint-sized villainess. This was confusing to no end since I was sure that I saw her enter this premises and I didn't see her leave. Perplexed I turned towards the door with the intent to leave when I felt something snake its way around my left leg. I looked down to see a familiar black handle of an equally familiar umbrella. It owner pulled hard and I was sent falling towards the cold hard concreate.
