The curvy young woman placed her bag down on the concrete floor of the underground parking lot. Crouching down on the dingy pavement she pulled the hood of her sweater up hiding her face in the shadows. She strained her ears listening for any sound that would alert her to anyone's presence. The only lights on this particular level were that of the cracked orange lamps on various part of the ceiling. When she was satisfied that there was no one else around she grabbed her bag and made her way towards the dark Camero. It was perfect for tonight's pay. She smiled as she placed one hand over the hood of the car where the engine would be, and the other hand directly over the car's lock. First gathering the electrical charges, and then sending it back out. Mentally patting herself as she imagined the currents running through the wiring system until the alarmed clicked. Pulling the car door open with ease she grabbed her bag up from the floor. "This was too easy."
"Someone wasn't careful." A singsong voice rings out.
"Fuck." The young woman took her hands away from the car and back up a few feet. "How do you always do that? Even with my powers I couldn't sense you."
"You know what they say practice makes perfect." The female said as she was coming out from behind the pillar. She was dressed in dark low-rise jeans and a sleeveless shirt underneath a black denim jacket. "Come on you had to have known that I was at least fallowing you." She smirked crossing her arms on her chest. The young woman turned facing the stranger. "I could have killed you."
"Yeah, if you were fast enough. What do you think you're doing here any how?" she asked leaning against the hood of the open car. "Dumb question." The first woman said moving to enter the car but the other young woman stood in front of her. "Gage what gives?"
"What are you doing Abby." She asked standing her ground in front of the car.
"What are you getting at?"
"You're gonna get us caught." Gage says in anger slamming the car door shut.
"Hone, we need cash and fast. This sweet ride will do it."
"Forget it." Gage retorts placing her hand near the lock as a small telsa coil shot from her finger locking the car up.
"What'd you do that for? You know your charges are different from mine. This is tonight's meal ticket what's wrong with you?"
"We don't do things this way and you know it." Gage said as the two stood face to face, Age had done nothing to take away from their beauty. Still Identical in features, smooth tanned skin, chocolate brown eyes that could be both warm one minute and cold hard the next. Both standing at five foot seven, the difference between the two aside from their stance was the fact that Gage had a barely visible scar that split her brow, left over from her younger days. "Now lets go."
"Since when did you become the cop here," Abby said still standing her ground.
"I don't have time for this Abigail, lets go now." She grabbed her sister's arm.
"And just what the hell are we suppose to do for food?" Abby angrily retorted. "Our last job was six weeks ago, our cash is dry."
"Not my deal. Now lets go."
"Gage…"
"Abby." She mocked. "Save it and let's go before the owners…"
"Are coming…" Abby groaned getting ready to run.
"You really are a piece of work you know that." But her sister was already across the garage. Gage turned to her hiding place but her foot got caught on a nearby grate and fell forwards palms slapping the pavement really hard. She heard something skid across the floor. "My ring." She mumbled sitting up. Frantically feeling the chain that hung around her neck, the claps had gotten lose again. "No way."
"Gage, come on!" Abby's voice came directly at her even though her own words were echoing against the grate. The footsteps were getting closer but Gage was rolling on the balls of her feet searching for the missing object. "Come on, come on…" peering into the grate she saw the light glint of the light against the Silver band. "Bingo." She grinned placing her hand just over the grate she inhaled deeply as her hand began to dissipate just as suddenly the molecules slammed back together. She bit back a yelp. Gage tried again but wound up with the same results. She was now on the verge of tears, she just had to get the ring back. That's when two feet appeared by her side. "Can I help you?"
Gage mentally cursed herself; she could have come back for the stupid thing later. She quickly hid her hand behind her back and looked up. "My ring… it uh… fell in there… I can't…" her words were lost when she looked up into the blue eyes of the light haired stranger. He looked genuinely concerned for her. "Maybe I can help?" the stranger offered kneeling by her side. He seemed sincere enough to her, and looked to be in his mid twenties and with the expensive looking coat would be loaded. 'Great he offers to help me, and all I can think of is how much money I can get off of him. I am a screw up.' She thought to herself as he smiled at her.
"It sometimes helps if your calm." He said in a soothing tone, which gave her tight feeling deep inside her stomach. "I don't understand…" she started but he had already taken her hand and placed it over the grate. "Just concentrate on letting your hand become less solid. Don't think about anything else."
"I don't know what you're talking about." She started to say but he only shook his head causing his blond hair to fall just above his eyes. "It's ok." He replied. Suddenly she felt her hand phase right through the grate. Her fingertips brushed against the band of her ring, she grabbed at it pulling her hand out. The ring laid flat on her hand. A wave of relief passed over her, she smiled at the stranger. "Thank you." She breathed.
"Not a problem." He said as the two stood up.
"I gotta replace this old thing." She indicated to the chain that hung around her neck.
"Yeah wouldn't want to loose something so important again." He said
"Wouldn't want that."
Why was she still standing there?
"You need a ride or something?"
"No, it's ok I'm actually waiting for my sister, the klutz just doesn't have the best timing. She'll turn up." Ok now the girl was rambling.
"Would you like me to wait with you?" he offered.
Oh my god he must be one of those rich guys Max use to talk about. Gage laughed at her best friends sister. Maxine use to talk about the weirdest guys she would meet up on the Boulevard. Usually the rich kind, and really snobby, never really expecting to get knocked over by such an innocent looking girl. To her they were boring and just an easy target. This guy sadly fell under that category, well not really there seemed to be something different about him. "It wouldn't be safe." Was her reply."
"For me or for you?"
There was that smile again, what was it with this guy? Gage was about to reply when something caught her eye, at first she thought that it was her sister fooling around, but then she saw them. The men dressed in freaky neon colored clothes. "Oh, no."
"What is it?" the stranger turned around a grim expression came over his face.
"We'se got a bone to pick with you'se." The apparent leader said to no one in particular.
"Several in fact. Starting wit yah fibulah, then yah ribs." He sneered revealing a large blade.