Chapter Five
Agency of "Sun" wasn't just a normal detective work, it was only a cover. They fought Night World, united by their grief.
"Hey Vince," said Pauline to the boy who just came in. The boy was younger than her by ten years, but he already had quite a reputation around the agency. He could know who was a vampire, a werewolf, a shape shifter or a witch from just looking in their faces. The boy turned to her.
"I'm sorry to hear what happened…"
"It's alright." he said, watching her. Each one of them was united by grief. Pauline's son was killed two years ago, he was six. She could never forget the limp body they found, no one explained what happened, until she got to this place.
"Vince can I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure."
"Why didn't you know who she was?"
"You mean faces I see?" he laughed a bitter laugh, "I see demons, not angels. You wouldn't understand that some of them are more human than they'd like to be seen as. You don't understand that some of them kill not willingly, but because they are pushed by the same force that gives them power. Plus she was a half werewolf. Not a big one."
They pitied him and were proud of him. Some of them even though that he should of died. They all wanted to die themselves to leave all this behind. He was different, he knew what would happen to him when he'll die. He only shot himself to kill the wolf inside, which began to form itself in him. They'd probably would be devastated by his devotion to fighting the Night World.
"I'm really sorry," he heard from each side of tables, going to the office for his next assignment.
At one of the desks a girl of seventeen sat. She had dark, wild hair falling onto her shoulders, tanned skin, and golden eyes, they were actually honey-brown colour, but with a spark which made them look gold. She looked as if she knew him and understood. It made him think he met her somewhere.
He went inside the office. His boss all sympathetic and asking him if he might need a vacation or something, to tell the truth he didn't want Vince to go, for this boy in his early years was the best agent he could hope for. Vince's chest ached where the bullet has been, but he said that he'd better forget himself in work. It was another thing which worried his boss, Vince didn't have a proper personal life, with most dates he got leading him to sloughing them, he couldn't blame the boy, but he knew that in this business you need to be understanding sometimes and give Night people sometimes another chance, to work for them. The older man started to explain boy's next assignment.
When Vince was leaving work it was already past eleven and everyone left, apart from night shift, consisting of the girl with golden eyes, he noticed how the management always put the new ones on nights, it might be better to get something from them as they wouldn't be able to sleep usually, after another usual tragedy, and two guards. Typical, not much people to waste. He smiled to the girl and waved to the guards, as he left.
A cleaner, an old man, was sweeping the third floor, in the room full of quite important files. He didn't notice as someone came from behind.
Next morning they found the window open, the man killed, some files stolen and all the room in a complete mess.
Strekoza: Yappy - finished.