April 3, 2019 – 21:00
Cha-Cha sits up and spits out the blood that pooled in her mouth from the attack. She mentally curses as she remembers what had happened. That freak was holding back on her. She knew it! She had started to question the Commission's intel. Seems the junkie has potential after all. But now he is missing and the lack of screaming filtering from the open doorway leads her to believe that he is not out there doing her bidding and bringing about the end of the world. Now she needs to start over again. She shakes her head in disappointment. This is all Five and his freaky family's fault. If Five's brother just did what he was told, she could be on her next job already. She could be in Paris right now! Or Las Vegas. Not stuck in this city chasing around unhinged mutants.
Sirens sound in the distance. Cha-Cha ignores them until she realizes that the whooping is now in the parking lot of the motel. She stands up on shaky legs and walks out of the door, pistol drawn. She strolls out at a normal pace before rounding a corner and sprinting off into the tree line at the edge of the property.
Cha-Cha considers her options. She took out one of his knees, so he cannot have wandered far, with the inability to walk properly. Downside is that she is not sure how long she was out for. The range to search for him is a gray area, but the immediate vicinity is a place to start. She is sure the injury to his knee is excruciating and smiles at the thought. He would need medical attention, so her best bet is to try the hospitals in the area with a cover story of a concerned friend. Alternatively, she could try for another family member, but since being coped up with the failed medium, she has no leads on their whereabouts. Her escaped prisoner is the easiest choice. Now that she witnessed the light show, her faith in his world-ending abilities has been reaffirmed. She tucks the firearm back into her waistband and steps out. Cha-Cha heads towards the nearest building away from the motel and the search begins.
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Cha-Cha steps out of her third convenience store. How hard can it be to find the guy? Everything has been more difficult and more complicated on this job and to top it off, she is now partnerless. She might berate Hazel on his management complaints, but she is not happy with the lack of pay she will be getting for this infuriating job. How has no one seen him? She might be downplaying his description, but surely. Nevertheless, none of the shop owners had seen an injured man pass by.
She peeks into each of the alleys she passes, but most are empty, save for the odd person or two who are definitely not her target. She walks down the street, spotting an urgent care a block away. She picks up her pace, barely glancing at the alley on her left. She has to turn back again when her peripheral spots skinny, barefoot feet peeking out from behind a dumpster. She changes direction and heads towards the body. Her shoes crunch under the stones and debris. When she turns the corner around the dumpster, she is met with the limp form of that junkie. He looks roughly like how she last saw him, with the addition of the bandages, which appear self-made and untreated. That fact benefits her. No one knows he is here.
Cha-Cha grumbles as she hooks her arms under his armpits and drags him further into the alley, head flopped back and limbs dangling. He starts to come to a minute later. His face twitches and he scrunches up his nose. His eyes open slightly but soon widen when they focus on her; he screams. Cha-Cha drops one of his arms and slams a hand over his mouth. He starts thrashing and trying to wiggle away from her grip, all the while his hands are flashing from blue to their normal hue like a disco. Figures appear in the alley and fade too quickly to be recognized. A scream is heard outside the alley and Cha-Cha looks up, loosening her grip on the arm. The man shoves her away but slips and cracks his head on the pavement. The apparitions disappear.