It's 7:45 pm. Only fifteen minutes left. He's apparently supposed to arrive at 8:00 pm. If he doesn't, then all of this was for nothing. Maya's search for this man would all be for nothing.
Tomas Roccer was the man she had momentarily become obsessed with.
In her research, she had discovered many different reports and whispers claiming him to be highly dangerous. He was the leader of one of the most menacing gangs in New York. A gang titled "Crimson". Known for their supernatural abilities, marking them a threat to society. Their leader? His power was taking the supernatural abilities of others temporarily.
Even with all of the minacious information she had found, fear didn't find her. Which, in that moment, was the most important thing to her. She wanted to be strong, to be fearless.
After all, the plan was to interrogate. Can't quite do that with a shaky voice.
She needed answers and she's determined to find them. So far he's the only person that can lead her to the answers she seeks. In some way, this monster was connected to her past somehow. No matter how hard it would be to find what she was looking for, she promised herself to keep her persistence firm.
It was finally eight o'clock. The time for Roccer to come to this location. The motives of these people were unknown to Maya, but one could assume they weren't there to discuss world peace. They were responsible for causing harm to people. They've left them moaning, bleeding and ultimately, dead. To her misfortune, Maya has seen it personally, only hoping that she does not suffer the same fate.
She was crouched on top of a building next to the location they were to meet at. Even while kneeling she was still able to observe the view. Catching sight of anyone who walked into the building.
A black Rolls Royce parked in front of the entrance of the building. A well dressed man came out of the driver's seat and ran to the back, opening the passenger car door. Leather shoes with steel toes stepped out of the car. The suit he wore was a velvet color. His hair a lighter red, his skin toned as a caramel tan. There were enough scars on his face one could see from a mile away. It was him. Tomas Roccer.
He gave his driver a nod as he straightened his jacket. The driver returned to the vehicle and drove off. Leaving his boss to saunter into the building alone.
Maya scanned the lot, affirming that it was empty. She climbed down the ladder up against the wall. Her foot put pressure on the rusty metal as she climbed down to each bar. She shrieked as one of the bars broke, completely throwing off her balance. She was rapidly on her way to hit the ground.
Think quick! Think quick!
She looked down at the concrete ground as her mind wildly darted to any idea that could rescue her. Her eyes shut tightly as an entrancement flowed through her veins. Soft green grass spontaneously and rapidly grew from the black concrete below. Her body fell upon said grass. It was enough to save her from any serious injury, but she did land on her shoulder, which began to throb. She bit her lip to keep any sound within. She had laid there for a few seconds, rolling her shoulder. It took her a few seconds to let her determination sink back in. Sitting up, she brushed dirt and small rocks off her arms only to reveal minor cuts and red marks.
Quickly, Maya pushed herself up and stood against the brick wall seeming dark in the night. The rest of her surroundings were getting darker by the minute. The moon was the only source of light. But then she noticed a yellowish light coming from what appeared to be a screen door. Instinctively, she walked towards it and looked through to see inside. Digging her nails into the screen, she leaned forward to look closer. It was the back entrance to a kitchen. No one was inside and the door was left unlocked. She turned the cold metal handle and pushed the door open. Carefully, she took steps inside. The silence was almost deafening.
It was too quiet.
Suddenly, Maya felt someone grab her from behind. Their arm was clutching around her neck halting the gasp that almost escaped her throat. The attacker's other arm was around her waist pulling her back. She tried pulling their arms off but the person was obviously stronger than her. Her small height wasn't helping either. Somehow she was able to kick one of their legs with the heel of her boot. She heard her attacker groan and wince. Instantly they fell to the ground. Maya reached into her pocket and took out a knife she held there for specifically for situations like this. Her small framed body turned around to face the attacker.
It was Tomas Roccer.
She pointed the knife at him as he tried getting up but froze when he noticed the sharp weapon inches away from his face. A smirk slowly formed on his features. Then a dark chuckle was heard.
"What's so funny?" She asked, locking her eyes on him.
"You." He responded. "I know you've been following me stupid girl, the question is why?" Something in his tone led Maya to believe he already knew the reason why.
"Where is she?" His smile went away, he knew exactly who she referred to. A temptation grew in Maya. To use her mind reading powers that she had possessed since she was a child. But she was afraid he'd sense her abilities and use them against her. That was something she couldn't risk.
"Where is who?" He raised his eyebrows, mockingly acting oblivious. He was testing her, and she didn't have the patience for it.
She crouched down and held the knife only a centimeter away from his throat. There wasn't an intention to kill but it was a hell of a warning. "Don't toy with me! And don't even think about lying. I know you were the last person who saw her, she told you where she was going, now tell me!" The words gritted through her teeth.
"I can't. I made a promise."
"Since when do men like you keep promises."
His smile grew back. "This was a trap sweetheart. A way to bring you to me, so that I could get rid of you."
He then squinted his eyes examining her face carefully.
Does he recognize me somehow? She thought. No he's never seen you, but he did know you were following him.
His gaze suddenly altered, changing to wistful curiosity. He forcefully grabbed her chin holding it in place between his thumb and his finger. His struggle to not move any closer to the knife was noticeable, nevertheless he held a good grip, and an uncomfortably tight one at that. "Why is it that when I look at you, I see her."
Maya didn't respond. She made an effort not to wince at the pain surrounding her chin and jaw.
He continued. "Your eyes, bright green like hers. Yet, you still have some of your father's features. And his foolishness. How unfortunate the fate he suffered."
She pushed his arm off irately. "Tell me where she is NOW!" Her voice had past the point of yelling. He opened his mouth, but before he could utter another word, a dart had pierced through his shoulder. What the hell? Maya turned around, aware of the knife her hand.
A man stood before her with a gun pointing towards Roccer. He lowered his weapon.
"Who are you?" She demanded.
"I'm Nick Fury."