Fasha soared high above the town, the cool night air helping her think. She thought of her past. The mad scientist. The horrible tings he did to her. All the experiments. She began to shudder just thinking about it. The smell of cheap Mexican food wafted up around her and she flew lower, looking at the happy people below her. Her stomach growled and she landed behind the restaurant. She realized all too quickly that Kitty was and always had been in charge of the money. It was with her, wherever she was. She sighed and sat outside the place, her stomach growling. The smell of tacos and burritos stayed thick around her.
She must have fallen asleep, because when she opened her eyes the town was dark and still. She stood up quickly, sensing movement in the alley adjacent to her. A boy walked toward her. She jumped at the realization that he looked a lot like the boy in her dream. The one that took Kitty. Only he looked a bit older. Not by much though and this was good enough for her. A passing car's headlights glinted on the twin blades across his back. She cursed herself for not having her crossbow with her. Instead she pulled her survivor's knife, which she never left at home, from her thigh holster, and watched the boy carefully.