Of Mockingbirds and Mimics Vol. One

Chapter Two: Just like a Son

            On the other side of New York, a young man came running out of his building. His firm chest in a wyfebeater and his athletic legs clothes in loose gray sweats, attracted female and a few male gazes everywhere. As he ran down his block, he waved and greeted his neighbors. His eyes narrowed onto an unsuspecting brunette. She was dressed in a short red sundress, and had pink tinted sunglasses on. When he ran by her, she grabbed his arm and pulled him into one of the many shadows in the alley.

            " Newsbreak: O'Conner's heir, dead at academy," she hissed.

            The man's face did not show any emotion. " Any traces?" he muttered to the brunette.

            " Yes. Word says it is the 'Little Rabbit'," she murmured.

            The man's murky brown eyes deepened in color. " Have you told the boss yet?" he asked, no emotions showing in his voice.

            " Will contact him ASAP," she took it as an order. She pulled on a black jacket from out of nowhere, and she spun around the walk away. Before she could step out of the shadows, a silent bullet went straight through her head. Just as silent, the male strapped his gun back onto his leg and covered it with his pants. He pushed a button and spoke a few words. Soon a feminine voice sounded through it.

            " State your location Knight," the voice ordered impatiently.

            " Killed one of tycoon's pawns. Meet at airport," he ignored the request.

            " 'kay. Little Rabbit bouncin' out," the voice replied.

            * CLICK *

            The young man stepped lightly over the dead body, walked calmly onto the sunny sidewalk, and began jogging back to his apartment.

            " Why hello Sam dear!" an old woman chirped, as the young man passed his neighbor in the hallway of his building.

            He smiled. " Hello Miss Debose," he replied.

            " Why just look at you!" she cooed. " Your freckles are getting lighter since the first time I met you. How long ago was that?"

            " Just last week," he gave her a lopsided grin.

            " Well, already you're just like a son to me. Be good," the little lady smiled and ambled down the hallway.

            Sam's smile faded and he unlocked his door. As he made sure his door was locked, and that the blinds were down, he pulled off his blond wig. Tousled midnight black hair spilled out. He tugged at the skin on the bridge of his nose, and the tan freckles were gone. He moved his fingers to his eyes, and the brown contacts slid out. In place were dark blue eyes that surveyed the dim room. He took out a black trunk and removed its base. A silver briefcase gleamed back at him.

To Be Cont'd….

AN: Ch.3 will come up as soon as I get enough reviews for this one. *grins sheepishly* I just love reviews, I'm vain yes I know. Hehe…

PS: They will meet in ch.3….