"Filia! I know this must be scary for you," Samson yelled over the rushing wind, "but you gotta pipe down or they'll hear us!"
"AAAAAH!" Filia yelled as her hair slingshot-ed her through the air to the roof of the next house, "AAAAAHAHAA! HOLY CRAP! THIS IS SOOO FUN!" It trailed behind her like a con-trail, then, before landing on the next roof, spread out into a collection of long, spidery appendages that caught her, before tossing her to the next roof.
"This is serious! We gotta lay low for the next few days!" Filia's hair stopped on the backside of a tall conical roof, "While you were out I called a contact in Little Innsmouth who agreed to take us in, but I can't risk drawing attention to him. He's got plenty on his plate already and Medici goons following us to his doorstep is not what he needs."
"Wait, you called someone? Like, on the phone? Hehe, did you dial the number with my hair?"
"Focus Filia! Help me out here, do ya see anyone suspicious? Anyone who might be tailing us?"
Fillia looked down, still giggling from the ride. Every house in this community was like a tiny, porcelain mansion, all nestled comfortable among the orange maple trees that dotted the sidewalk. The last light of the day gave everything a redish, golden hue.
"It looks like a cute place to live."
"Maplecrest is probably the nicest place in New Meridian, but it's still New Meridian. That means the Medici's ruining lives left and right."
"It can't be that bad."
"Oh no, You're right! Maplecrest is just too pretty for the Medici's to waltz in and shoot up a home and fucking brain you in the process!"
"Okay, okay. Point made."
"Now I'll ask again, see anyone suspicious?"
Filia focused on the sparse foot traffic: A young girl with long, black horns walked down the street chatting with a boy, A Woman with long, floppy, furred ears walked a dog that looked too similar to her for comfort, and a man nervously scratched at the gills on his neck as he welcomed an exterminator with insect antennae into his home, "Umm, I think this is all normal… Right?"
"Hmm… That exterminator van would be a good cover for some mobsters on a stakeout..."
"What about that black Sedan speeding down the street towards us?"
The car in question was gunning it down the middle of the residential street, before skidding to a stop in front of the house across the street from Filia.
"We need to make like a tree, kid. This don't look-"
"-GOOD FOR NOTHING PILE OF SCRAP!" A stout man yells at the top of his lungs as he gets out of the passenger side door and stomps around to the driver side. He didn't have horns, or dog ears or anything interesting about him. He wasn't particularly strong, or even weak looking either. This pale skinned fat man was, infact, the most boring looking man on the planet, and were it not for the fact that his outrage was drawing the entire block's attention, he would never be noticed by anyone, ever, "Get out! Get out and tell me what the hell you think you're doing!"
The man throws open the door and physically yanks the longest, lankiest looking man Filia could imagine out of the sedan and shoves him towards the middle of the road. He was overdressed in a suit with gloves that covered every inch of him. The only skin Filia could see was the back of his neck, and it gleamed like polished chrome.
"My good sir," The beanpole replied in an almost synthesized accent as it straightened out it's tux and stood tall. It looked like the man would struggle getting through a front door, let alone that tiny sedan, "I would humbly advise to an increase in subtlety. After all, you wanted this mission to be covert and-"
"SHUT UP!" The stout man pulled a flask from his overcoat and swigged it, "Now, Ottomo, you were driving like a coked-up dagonian because..?"
"Sir, the theonite detector has pointed out the target to be in this location. If you could only-"
"The target YOU already defeated," The stout man raged, "and didn't capture for us because..?"
"Good sir, I apologize for the lapse in judgement," The lanky man continued, "but I wasn't aware-"
"Wasn't aware that a TALKING PARASITE was something I might have liked to hear about?! You dense mother…"
"Alright, enough snooping," Samson whispered into Filia's ear, " we gotta go." Filia's hair tried to spider-walk to the other side of the building, but Filia's fingers held fast onto the roof spire.
"Not yet Samson. I wanna hear this."
"Kid, it's not worth-"
"Samson, please! These guys seem familiar and I'm trying to hear."
"And I'm trying to save your ass! Won't you just…"
"Point to something!" The fat man on the ground was having a full on tantrum at this point, throwing his fists in the air. "Point to something right now that will convince me you aren't a useless, worthless, PIECE OF-"
BANG!
Filia blinked as her eyes went from the lanky, metal man's smoking fingertip, disco-pointing right at her, to the gunshot wound in her shoulder, "He's… that dancing robot... from my dream..?"
"WE GOTTA BOLT KID!" Samson yelled as Filia's hair scrambled to the back of the roof and jumped two backyards to get away.
Filia faintly heard the fat man screaming, "After it! It has my niece!" As her hair carried her away.