Boomer finds himself sitting in the same seat he was in when he first went back. His friend, Mitch is standing in front of him. Talking about the same damn cup of coffee. He gets up suddenly, and looks his friend directly in the eye. " I think I better go now." He says. Mitch looks confused.

"Oh? Okay then…" He says. Boomer had cut him off in mid sentence, and normally that was not something he did. Boomer was the "Nice one", right? Mitch shrugged it off, and turned around and left. He waved at him from behind. "See you later man." He said. Boomer didn't even stop to see if he turned the corner. He burst back through the office, startling his brother, back from the dead again. The office is not the same. Someone else is in the office this time. A woman with long red hair, she sits in the seat Boomer had sat in when he was called into the office. She didn't turn around when he barged through. She didn't even flinch. Like she was expecting something like this.

"Boomer, what the hell?!" Brick yells. "You knew I was in a meeting, I said I'd call you in later, just wait outside!" He said.

The woman spoke up. "No, no it's fine. Really! Let him stay for a while." She said. She had a voice that commanded everything around her. It was a deep, and sonorous voice, but it still sounded feminine. Brick relaxed a little, almost completely.

"Alright. Then Boomer, have a seat. We were talking about… Um… I can't seem to be able to…" Brick could not remember what he was talking about just a few moments ago.

"We were discussing my trade request, remember?" The woman said.

Brick nodded, as if remembering again. "Yes… Well, about that, I'm afraid I'll have to deny it. We have to many as it is, and-"

"But I need to leave Red Sector. It's very important that I-" Brick cut her off.

"And while I understand that, you have to take into account how important the trade request system is to our city. It affects every single Trade Unit, including the Criminal Department. You'll have to wait until the ban on Trade Requests is lifted." The woman's shoulders sagged a little. Boomer scoffed, and his brother glared at him.

"Something you'd like to add, Boomer?" Brick asked. Boomer shook his head. He knew who this woman was. She was apart of the assassination last time. Why else would she be here? Brick cleared his throat.

"Well then I guess that settles everything." He said. "Is there anything else you'd like help with, Ms… What was your name again?" he asked. The woman smiled. "Ultaire. My name is Blossom Ultaire." Brick nodded.

"I'll be sure to put you on the list as soon as the ban is lifted ." He dismissed her, and she left. Boomer watched her the whole time, and the whole time he couldn't help but feel sick. Her smile was poison.

…..

Brick glared at his brothers turned back. "Seriously!? You embarrassed me in front of her! What if she had been one of the officials!? I should fire you for that stunt!" He said. He was red with anger. Boomer blinked at his brother, stupidly. He had almost forgot why he was here.

"Brick! I have to talk to you about something!" He said. He stood up, and grabbed his brothers hand, dragging him toward the door. Brick yanked his hand away from his brother's.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" he asked. Boomer shook his head.

"We can't talk about it here." Boomer said, exasperated.

Despite being beyond pissed, he decided to humor his brother a little. "Alright. Fine. We can talk. But after that, I'm firing you." He said. Boomer didn't even seemed fazed.

"That's perfectly fine with me, just move." He led his brother out of the building.

They walked for sometime until they reached a secluded area, Boomer kept looking around, he tried peering into the building windows across the street. If there was ever a time he truly wished for his powers, it was right now. They finally stopped by the veranda, near the gardens. The Red Sector City Hall building housed a lot of people during the day, and it also got a lot of visitors. As such, it had pointless things like a garden, and a public pool. The veranda was surrounded with trees, and it was the only place that Brick had deemed unimportant. Because he didn't care about it, neither did the maintenance or groundskeeping crew. Which made it the best place to talk in private, away from nosy ears. Boomer turned to his brother, and spoke quickly without pause. "Someone's trying to kill you, and I know who they are. We don't have a whole lot of time, and there is absolutely no way I can explain how I know this, I just do." Brick stared at his brothers determined face. He had never seen him look serious until then. Boomer had never been serious in his life, and right now it was almost unsettling.

"What- I- This is some joke right?" Brick said.

Boomer shook his head, "No. Someone is trying to kill you, and I know who it is, but-"

Brick put his hand up. "Let me guess, you don't have any proof? Okay, this has been nice Boomer, but you and Butch really need to think up more creative pranks then-"

Boomer jumped on his brother, pushing him on the ground. Something whizzed past his ear just as they landed on the ground. Brick turned his head softly only to find a small dart in the dirt. It had a feathered tail, red feathers so close they touched his cheek. Brick paled a little. Boomer, who was still pinning him down, grabbed the dart up. It was a small dart, but it was not meant to be shot. The tail feathers were slightly burned on the ends. Boomer pulled his brother up, Brick is shaking. He cannot take his eyes from the dart in Boomer's hands. Brick just nods, accepting whatever the hell this was.

"We need to alert the guards. Tell them that someone keeps sneaking onto the premises." Boomer says. Brick regrets saying he would fire his brother for a short while. Brick stands in the shade of the trees, while Boomer takes out his phone, sending in alerts all over the building. The two of them are completely silent, and neither moves at all, save for Boomer's hands on his phone.

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