ACS21

Chris and Nyx ran through the rainy moonlit Memphis rooftops. They were close. So close they could smell him. Literally. The guy was having a big barbecue. He probably didn't invite his boss nor intended to. No wonder his stories never got written.

The two stopped at the edge of one off the rooftops. They had their hoods on.

"That the place?" Nyx asked. She laid down to regain some composure.

Chris checked his computer screen (Which also looked like one of the very advanced iPad's in Iron Man, except it had a keyboard on his forearm. Think of the screen as completely technological, so it just vanishes when he's done with it.)

"Yeah, this is it." Chris suddenly straightened up. "Get ready."

"When ain't I?" She asked, smirking.

"Well, there was that one time..."

"Never mind."

Chris looked at the reporters apartment.

Nyx suddenly sat up. "Hey, do you hear something?"

Chris turned back towards back at Nyx. "Hmm?"

"Listen."

Chris listened. It sounded like...wait, were there voices in the guys apartment? Chris had heard the guy's voice before, and it didn't sound like that. Chris sparked and hacked into the guys antennae, letting him see through the TV in the apartment. There were way more people than just one guy in there, and it looked like they were drunk. "Oh, god damn it."

"What?" Nyx asked

"The fucker is having a party. We may be here awhile."

2 hours later, Nyx and Chris were both sleeping on the roof top. Chris was laying on the very edge of the building, while Nyx was safely on the rooftop. Chris rolled over, falling off the edge onto the actual roof. "Ow!"

Chris got up and looked at the apartment. The last few guests were just leaving.

Nyx stirred. "Oof...what time is it?" She then yawned and stretched.

Chris checked his watch. "I'd say about...12:30 a.m. The guys party is over."

"I bet ye ten bucks the guy is drunker 'en me pa on day." Nyx said, looking over Chris's shoulder to see for himself.

"How drunk is that?" Chris asked, not even looking up.

"3.9. Barley outside of a coma. He slept for a full day after chugging some moonshine."

Chris looked at her.

"He was in Gatlinburg with a few of his buddies." She said, shrugging.

Chris saw the guy in the doorway. "Pay up, Nyx."

"What's his alcohol level?"

"It's nowhere near 3.9. He's still able to walk. I'd say about 1.5"

Nyx cursed as she pulled out a ten dollar bill and gave it to Chris.

The reporter walked back into his house. The lights went out. Chris looked at Nyx.

"Ready?"

Nyx nodded. The two fired their line launchers and busted through two of the windows.

"What the-" was all the reporter managed before Chris shocked him unconscious.

Chris looked at Nyx. "Tie him up to a chair then wait until he wakes up. Then we'll begin interrogations."

Nyx nodded, grabbed a chair, picked the guy up, sat him in the chair, then tied him up with some rope she found in his closet.

An hour later, the guy woke up. "Ugh...must've been drunker then I thought...huh? Where am I?"

"You're in your apartment, Mr. Ross. That is your name, right?" Ross looked over and saw a 15 year old sitting on the couch.

"Who the hell are you?"

"You know who we are, Ross."

"But theirs only one o' ya..." Ross was cut short by a punch to the jaw. "OW! Bloody hell!" Ross looked over and saw a 16 year old girl standing in front of him.

"That's my associate, Hangman. Or, as you probably already know, Nyx Cormac." The boy said

"Who're you then, eh? Who're you to have the balls to break in hear, you mother fucking son of a bitch and a bastard-OW! F #%$ %*^$# "

Ross felt that pain as soon as Chris Shocked him with not enough electricity to kill, but just barley. He looked up at Chris.

"I have the balls to break in hear, ...because you're about to be silenced. Permanently" Chris looked at Nyx and nodded. She left the room.

Ross's screams of pain, fear, and agony could've been heard from a block down, but everyone was asleep with a hangover. Chris waked out of the room ten minutes later and turned on his comlink. "Mission accomplished."