Sighing, the male removed his arms from the sleeves of his long military jacket. Zen kept his home at a low light, a single bulb illuminating the entire floor of the building. The male rested down onto a couch within the living room area. Rubbing his head, he made a soft groan. The slap in the face from Ian's paper left a bruise.

For several more minutes, Zen rested in his sitting position. While there was no fieldwork done today, the subject was strange, and somewhat stressing. He was hoping he'd have a light enough workload to get to some of his hobbies. However, this case wasn't going to be one of those let-off ones.

Him and his teammates, Widum, Riona, and Ian, were part of a special unit to deal with obscure, but serious cases. Most of the time, the criminals they dealt with were easy catch, or powerless people. These were usually large drug rings with highly advanced technology to hide themselves, or take out snooping police.

However, there were the occasional instances, where they were involved with criminals who were like them, or in other words, had abilities. Each person, if they were gifted with these powers, had their own unique ability and reason for using them. Powers were graded as a Physical, Elemental, or Vector. Zen, himself, was an Elemental.

Again, Zen groan, turning his head over. he then leaned forward his body from the backwards slant it was originally in, remembering that Widum requested for a book back. Zen had borrowed a few books over the years from Widum, whom seemed to have a large stock of information. The book in question, if Zen could remember right, was a diary or report of some sorts, by someone dealing with underground gangs. He hadn't finished the book yet, but it wasn't one that had caught Zens attention particularly.

The male finally stood up, with a yawn, and headed towards the stairs, and moved up towards the upper level, where his personal room and storage of items was. When he got to his nightstand, where Zen thought he last left the book, he frowned. It wasn't there. He pulled up the drawer, but as expected, it was too filled to store a large book. He turned, and slammed open the closet. neat and organized boxes with coat-hangers, but no-where where he'd store a book.

Zen scowled, pausing to think for a moment. Now, sometimes, he knew he'd be a messy person, but for the most part, he'd at atleast know how to treat a book right. It wasn't like he ravaged his room all the time, and choose the most obscure location to place an item. However, before he could do anything else, Zen felt a slight chill up his spine, causing him to quickly turn.

Nothing. It was simply the space of his room. Just as he left it while digging for the book. It was an odd feeling, though. Zen could have sworn, that someone was watching him. Even still ,watching him right now. It wasn't something the male liked. Especially now, as he was unarmed at the time, an overly aggressive intruder would be a dangerous fight.

Sighing, the male stepped out of the closet. He might have to ask Widm to look around at his own place. The book was most definitely not anywhere in Zen's room. But there... The chill came up again. This time, stronger. Before Zen could react fully, a man in a green business suit walked passed Zen, seemingly out of the closet. Zen, surprised to be almost shocked to stiffness, immediately knew of the man, who was now several feet infront of Zen, and turned around, with a broad smile.

James Garames.

Zen exhaled heavily, slowly raising his fists. Garames showed no signs of aggression. Zen looked over the other male, for a possible weakpoint for a quick subdue. There were no obvious weapons, however, in Garames' left hand, held a book. The book Zen was looking for. Opening his lips to call out at Garames, he was inturrupted by James promtly speaking up.

"Oh, hello, Zen. I hope you don't mind, I came for a quick visit earlier. You've forgotten to lock your door when you left for work this morning, to coming in was easy."

...

For a moment, Zen remained silent, staring at the other male, his right eye twitching. He never forgets to lock his door. Never. Just what kind of freak of nature was Garames?

"The fu-" Once again, Zen was interrupted by James, who raised the hand with the book in it. His smile somehow broadened, more so than before, his eyes seemingly to become, 'meaner'.

"No need to use such language, Zen! You could possibly offend someone that way. But back on topic... while I was here waiting your arrival, I found this interesting-looking book. If you'll be so kind to let me barrow it, it should make a pleasing read."

"...Where the hell were you?!"

"Oh, I was just following behind you. I wasn't wanting to disturb your apparent... heated search, so I decided to watch from a safe location, right behind you!" Had this not been a serious intrusion of his home, Zen would have face-palmed. However, at this time, he was more worried about the other male.

As Garames waved the book slightly, sideways infront of Zen, the specialized unit officer clenched his right fist. I'll be sure to make this quick... He thought. He felt his own fist begin to harden and stiffen, the muscles themselves strengthening, and slightly bulging. en's tensing was noticed by James, however, who frowned.

"Come now, I'm beginning to feel like you don't like me... Fine. I'll just tell you this; don't get in my way. Not so nice things will happen to you, and your friends-I was listening to that little meeting of yours, by placing a cup to the wall. You need better security." Once Garames finished, Zen's fist made a flash, himself launching forward, yelling.

As Zen's sudden attack was about to connect, James smirked. Almost as if everything else went into slow-motion, the intruder stepped back, and sideways, Zen's attack completely missing, the male stumbling and struggled to regained balance. James then jumped upwards, onto zen's back, jumping again, this time through the window.

The glass of the window promptly shattered, Garames going through and falling down from the 2nd story height. Zen quickly regained his balance, turning upright, and dashed to the broken window. In the 2 seconds since Garames' leap, he was gone. Zen sweatdropped.

"The hell..."