Archangel
...Where is the face inside me...
No Such Thing
Kevin Winters eyed Charlie's office. It impressed him slightly. Though it was nothing like his own office. Kevin Winters stood in a navy blue business suit as he concluded that he old friend was doing well. He turned to face his friend's employees. They were…well they were quite a sight! Natalie, Alex, and Dylan sat on the red couch watching Kevin as he took in his surroundings. Bosley sat on the edge of the desk that also held up the white speaker box.
I've just described to you my enemies…well hold on let me continue.
The speaker box crackled to life. "Kevin, tell us again the situation you've encountered." Charlie's voice filled the entire room. Amazing how it did that. Like Charlie was some sort of God. Ha but the Lord didn't exist, or his so called view of innocence and mercy did not exist.
Kevin cleared his throat. "Right. Last night one of my faculties was broken into and robbed. My security tried to stop the thief but she managed to get away with a very dangerous chemical. The authorities were not able to piece this puzzle together even with the video feed and all the witnesses."
"What was this chemical?" asked Natalie.
"That is classified. But it is extremely dangerous. It wasn't tested fully that was why it was under tight security," Kevin paused. "Well I guess I could improve that later. I need the chemical back so it can be tested."
"How dangerous is the chemical?" asked Alex.
"Well in good hands it isn't dangerous at all. It's when someone doesn't know what they have and decide to use it for mass murder is when it becomes more dangerous than a nuclear bomb," replied Kevin with ease.
A stunned silence erupted in the office. It stayed very quiet for a long minute until Charlie finally broke the silence. "Angels we need to get the chemical back. That means finding the thief, and finding the chemical,"
"We need the thief," said Alex looking at her two girlfriends.
"Ah but that easy," said Kevin as he remembered watching the footage the cameras had captured. "The Storm family. They sent out a thief. The damn family has been nagging me for samples but I refused to give them samples."
"Alright let's go check out the Storm family. See what we come up with," said Natalie.
Kevin watched the three angels nod and quickly left to get to work. He smiled knowing that sooner or later he would get his chemical back. He turned back to face the speaker box. "Thank you old friend."
"I've heard of these Storm people. They're considered very dangerous," replied Charlie.
Kevin simple nodded. "Yes, they are. Now a dangerous chemical in their hands only adds to their terror. I hope your employees can handle themselves."
"I know my angels, Kevin. You just keep safe. Your chemical will be returned to you," replied Charlie.
Kevin nodded and walked out of the office. So there it was. I had no idea at the time, but my little robbery was just the beginning of something much more powerful.
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I walked down the sidewalk beside Blade. We were both heading to our favorite bar to celebrate our victory. It was a tradition. It kept us motivated to keep winning. It was also fun. As we walked I pulled my white Ipod out of my coat pocket and poked the buds into my ears and quickly found a song to play. I smiled as I listened to the beginning of Sleeping With Ghosts by Placebo.
Blade noticed me and smiled. "You're obsessed."
Even though my music was playing I could hear Blade clearly. "No I'm not. My hobby is music. Is that a crime?"
"No but your other hobbies are," replied Blade in a joking voice.
I rolled my eyes and playfully punched him in the arm. We continued to walk towards the bar when I suddenly felt as thought somebody was watching me. I looked over my shoulder, but saw no one. Odd. I looked forward as I continued to listen to the song.
"This one world vision
Turns us in to compromise
What goods religion
When its each other we despise
Damn the government
Damn the killing
Damn the lies"
Hmmm, interesting lyrics. We finally reached the bar. We entered it and I felt the relief of the unknown eyes leave me. We went to our normal table and ordered drinks. Blade and I sat in silence for a long minute before Blade broke it.
"So what was the black vile all about?" asked Blade?
I didn't answer right away. "He didn't tell me. He said it was important, but nothing else."
Blade nodded. "Well Uncle Simon knows what he's doing. We just have to trust him."
"We don't have to trust him, Blade. We are trusting him," I shot back. I saw the hurt look in Blade's eyes and quickly regretted saying what I did. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Just relax. You have to relax to celebrate," replied Blade in a slightly quieter voice.
The drinks came and were placed in front of us. I took a sip as I watched Blade consume half of his. I almost laughed when I felt the unknown eyes again. They were drilling holes in my back. I looked around the bar but didn't see anything unusual.
"Something wrong?" asked Blade.
I looked back at Blade and shook my head. "No." I looked down at my drink and pushed it away. "I'm going to the bathroom."
"If something is wrong-"
I didn't let him finish his sentence as I briskly walked off to the bathrooms. I entered the ladies room and found it empty. I sighed as I pulled the buds out of my ears. The song had long since ended leaving me with Muse. Oh well. I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I thought back to the conversation I had, had with Uncle Simon. I felt weird. Like I didn't know something I should know.
The bathroom door opened. I ignored whoever was coming in. Like Blade said, I had to relax. Easier said than done when you felt eyes drilling into your back. Wait! The feeling was much stronger now. I now ignored my reflection in the mirror and focused on a different reflection.
A woman older than me by one or two years, stood a couple feet away near the door. She had auburn hair and beautiful hazel colored eyes. The way the light was hitting her almost made her look like some kind of angel. Ha but angels don't exist. No such thing.
I studied Dylan for a long second, quickly getting annoyed. "It's rude to stare."
"Eva Storm?" asked Dylan.
I turned my back to the mirror as I faced Dylan. "Honestly it's Eva Grace Storm. But I don't like my middle name that much. Doesn't fit me. Parents…" I rolled my eyes in a joking fashion. "…ignorant." Dylan didn't smile. It dawned on me that she wasn't here for drinks, but for something more important. I grew serious. "What do ya want?"
"The chemical you stole. Where is it?" demanded Dylan.
A chemical? So that's what was inside the black vile. "You mean that little black vile?" Hey what can I say? I like playing with my prey. Almost like playing with your food. Yeah, yeah never play with your food. Whoever came up with that stupid saying should have been shot. No…I take that back.
Dylan was not in the mood for my games. "Where is it?"
My hand closed around my white Ipod. Dylan wanted answers. I was not going to give them to her. It was so simple, yet difficult all at the same time. "Well not here that's for sure. If you want it back why don't you get your hands dirty and find it yourself." I stood up straight and slid my Ipod into my coat pocket.
Dylan grew angry and quickly approached me. I took on a defensive stance as I counted her footsteps. "You have no idea who you're messing with." Her voice was low and threatening.
I smirked at Dylan. "Show me then."
Dylan lashed out throwing a punch at me. I quickly went into "game mode" and caught her fist right before it hit my face. I twisted Dylan's wrist and spun around, throwing her into a nearby wall. Dylan gasped in pain as she hit the wall and fell to her knees. I stood there and laughed. Dylan looked up at me and got to her feet. She ran over to me and kicked me hard in the stomach. I tumbled backwards till my back touched a wall. I pushed myself off the wall and caught another punch and threw two angry punches at Dylan, hitting her in the torso and in the face.
Dylan stepped backwards, allowing me time to get out the corner. I circled Dylan and attacked again. This time I pounced on her as we both fell to the ground, yet I was on top of her. Dylan hit the ground hard, gasping again in pain. I knelt above her and punched her a couple times in the face till I felt satisfied.
I quit punching Dylan as she laid there, eyes closed. I stood up and walked away from her. Dylan snapped open her eyes and watched me heading for the door. She jumped to her feet and ran towards me and jumped up onto my back, wrapping her arms around my neck. I stopped walking and stumbled backwards as I fought to get Dylan off me.
Finally I stumbled out of the bathroom and into the bar. Many people left after seeing a fight going on, but Blade quickly got up, seeing me in trouble. I managed to throw Dylan off me. She crash into a table, breaking it in half.
Natalie and Alex ran forward as I backed away from the broken table. I looked over at them and got ready to fight them off too. Blade stood by our table as he tore out a black Beretta from underneath his black trench coat. He aimed it at Natalie and Alex and fired off an entire round of bullets. I ducked as the bullets sent Natalie and Alex running for cover.
Once the gunfire was over I ran over to Blade. He looked angry as he knew that our enemies weren't dead yet. I heard police sirens in the distance and I tugged on Blade's coat sleeve. He only nodded as he and I ran out of the bar to escape our new enemies.
Dylan got up but she had been too late. We were already out the door. She sighed and scanned the room for her friends. Luckily they were unharmed. They regrouped as Dylan wiped the dirt off her clothes. "Bitch."
"Are you alright? She threw you pretty hard," asked Natalie.
Dylan nodded, answering Natalie question. "She knows where the chemical is. She just doesn't want to tell us."
"Well when do the bad guys want to tell us anything?" replied Alex.
"We'll run into them again. They know that people want what they stole," said Natalie as the police sirens grew louder. They had lost a small battle but won a ton of information. This was going to be harder than I thought.
To be Continued...
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