Woop! Chapter six! I have finally gotten into the rhythm of things once more. I'm really enjoying writing this. I feel like I'm getting Ingrid a bit OOC, but I'll work on that. Enjoy chapter six.

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Ingrid and Fillmore looked at each other and sprang into action, leaping up and hurrying after Hasseny. Ingrid had been having fun, but she was in a way grateful to get back to work, back to her job, back to where everything was separated buy facts and there were no emotions to get in the way. Everything here was purely logic and quick thinking. There was no avoiding feelings and sneaking around issues. Here there was only the fast pursuit of the suspect, the adrenaline pounding, the only thought on your mind was catching the target.

"OK, let's just keep it natural," Fillmore said as they walked quickly after Hasseny. "Maybe he won't suspect-"

Hasseny broke into a run without even glancing back to look at them.

"Psychics," Ingrid muttered in disgust. Fillmore cursed under his breath, and they broke into a run simultaneously, following the fast stride of the boy ahead of them.

Hasseny was faster than Ingrid remembered. He jogged ahead of them, hardly seem to use any effort as the two Safety Patrollers sweated with exertion behind him. They passed a bookstore, and Hasseny sprinted to the left and in the door.

"Does he seem faster to you?" Ingrid panted. Fillmore responded with a nod and a course grunt. They trailed Hasseny into the bookstore. He knocked into a shelf and it collapsed, but he kept running. Ingrid and Fillmore dodged the broken bookcase and followed him out the back door.

"He seems to be underestimating us," Fillmore said. "He thinks we're going to give up."

That was the last thing on either of their minds; giving up. There was no question in the fact that they were going to keep tracking him until he surrendered, or until they caught him. Or unless of course he eluded them once more. Ingrid shuddered at the thought.

Once out on the street again, Hasseny sensed them still behind him, and seemed to lose some of his poise. He was already gasping for breath as he ran.

"He may be a psychic, but he's no marathon runner," Ingrid noted aloud between breaths. She could sense Fillmore's nod at her left.

Hasseny turned and ran down another street.

"Keep after him Ingrid! I'll cut him off!" Fillmore yelled, running around a building and out of sight.

Ingrid pursued Hasseny down the street. Fillmore appeared at the other end, and Hasseny stopped. He was trapped. How he had allowed himself to fall into this situation, Ingrid didn't know. But she was glad he had erred.

"We've got him Ingrid!" Fillmore called. Hasseny had nowhere to run. He stood there for a moment, taking in his hopeless situation, and then suddenly he closed his eyes and-

"Where did he go?" Ingrid asked in mixture of shock and disbelief. Fillmore stared, open-mouthed, at the place where Hasseney had been standing just seconds ago. They both stared for a few seconds.

"Snap! Apparently the kid has some powers we didn't know about," Fillmore said pensively, tapping his chin. "Because he's gone, and he didn't have anywhere to go."

"How did he do that?" Ingrid muttered in skepticism, still staring at the empty road in front of them. Fillmore shrugged, walking over to where she was and stopping.

"We had him. We were so close," he said, shaking his head and shoving his hands into his pockets. Ingrid placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry Fillmore," she said. Fillmore nodded, returning the gesture. A strange sensation filled Ingrid's stomach and she could feel her face flush. Fillmore returned his hand to his pocket. Ingrid was glad there were other things on his mind so he wouldn't notice the fact that she was blushing. She stood with her head tilted downward slightly until her face cooled off and she knew it was safe. "Maybe.....maybe we should get back to HQ," she said. Fillmore nodded.

"Yeah," he said, still sounding disappointed. "Dog, I thought we had him."

"So did I," Ingrid said as they started walking back toward HQ.

"How many times is he going to escape?" Fillmore asked no one in particular, sounding extremely frustrated. But Ingrid wasn't paying attention. She was thinking about what had happened back there. She had blushed. Ingrid didn't blush. She'd been in some pretty humiliating situations before, but she didn't blush. And back there, she had.

There were some things that she couldn't just deny anymore.

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Yay! Another chapter down! Sorry that one was short. More will come soon.