"Filia!" Samson yelled over the rushing wind, "I know this must be scary for you, but you gotta pipe down or they'll hear us!"

"AAAH!" Filia yelled as her hair slingshotted her through the air to the roof of the next house, "AAAAAHAHAA! HOLY CRAP! THIS IS SOOO FUN!" Her hair trailed behind her like a long black cape, then, before landing on the next roof, spread out into a collection of long, spidery appendages that caught her, before rearing back and 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, clinging to it like a daddy long-leg, "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?" Filia asked between giggle fits, "Hehe, did you dial the number with my hair too?"

"Focus Filia! Help me out here. Do ya see anyone suspicious? Anyone who might be tailing us?"

Fillia looked down off the roof, still grinning. Every house in this community was like a tiny, porcelain mansion, all nestled comfortable among the orange maple trees dotting the sidewalk. The last light of the day gave everything a reddish, 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 freaking 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 to a boy with pointed ears, A Woman with floppy, furred ears walked a dog that looked uncomfortable similar to her, and a man nervously scratched at the gills on his neck as he tried to get a too-talkative exterminator off his porch as politely as possible, "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.

"Let's make like a tree, kid. This doesn't look good!" Filia's hair tries to spider walk away from the roof's edge, but Filia holds on tight.

"Hang on, I wanna get a look at these guys."

Before Samson can tell her what an outrageously stupid idea he thinks that is, The passenger door of the Sedan is thrown open by a furious fat man, mid-rant.

"-GOOD FOR NOTHING PILE OF SCRAP!" A stout man yells at the top of his lungs as he gets out 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. Though she'd only been aware of this world for a few moments Filia was certain that this pale skinned fat man was, infact, the most boring looking man on the planet, and if it wasn't the fact that his car just screeched to a halt so he could jump out and scream at his driver, 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 synthesized speech 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, ether too dumb to realize the entire block was staring at him, or too brazen to care. "Now, Ottomo, you were driving like a blind dagonian because..?"

"Sir, pardon my brashness, but the theonite detector has pointed out the target to be in this location. If you could only-"

"The target YOU already defeated!" The man raged, throwing his arms in the air like a spoiled child "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- If I'd given your job to Black Dahlia…"

"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!" Filia was irritated "These guys seem so 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 not to give your job to Dahlila, you USELESS, PIECE OF-"

BANG!

Filia blinked a few times, trying to piece together what just happened as her eyes went from the lanky, metal man's smoking fingertip, disco-pointing right at her, to the new bullet wound in her bleeding shoulder, "Is that… the stupid 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! That thing has my niece!" As her hair carried her away.