Agency X
Three Chemical Romances – Part 2- Honey This Mirror Isn't big enough for the two of us.
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He jerked his head upwards, the fry he was eating moving with the edge of his lips. Leaning against a brick wall, his leather jacket protecting him from the sharp edges, reaching down again Sam Guthrie picked up another golden fry. Sam was waiting for a woman, his partner, Alison Blair, they just started working on the Summers Murder case.
No not the one you're thinking off, the younger brother, Alex. Same style, same type of tape, same killer?
The man whipped his forehead, beads of sweat running down his neck, getting absorbed into the sheep skin collar of his jacket. The food seamed to be getting warmer instead of cooling down, his pop, he swore, was boiling a few second ago.
The bathroom door opened, his partner walked out, running her hands threw her short, lesbian style, pink hair. She grabbed a fry and walked toward the red mustang, "Are we going or not?" She asked getting into the passenger seat.
He grabbed the food, jumping into the car, and starting its engine. Their old mustang exterior was still scratch less. They took off down the road, quickly accelerating to speed limit, a sigh passed, its green reflecting off the sun and lights.
"New York 327 KM" Sam turned down the radio, looking at Alison, "So were going to meet up with your Ex?"
She quickly glared, "His name is Warren Sam, and you know that"
"He was Your Boy Friend"
"Was, being the key word there"
"Exactly why I added the 'Ex' in that sentence"
"Shut up and drive"
Yawning he turned back to her, "How do you think he can help with this anyway?"
"He was one of the first, a member of the original Agency X" Alison looked at the white line that was staying right beside them, "and he was good at what he did"
"I'm sure he was"
"Sam!" She yelled, "Shut up and drive"
New York
Days had passed since we last saw our protagonists; all four of them sat in leather chairs, the air conditioning full blast. Warren's apartment had quickly become head quarters and a bunk house for the motley crew.
Warren's gaze had been directed out the window, staring down at the people, he could see all there faces. Even without binoculars his eyes had been developed like a birds to magnify and analyze everything, even if it was 20 stories below.
The young bouncing boy, Robbie, was at the computer following leads, doing research into old case's which could possibly be connected to there current case. He clicked once in a while, the screen changing colors pictures appearing, and fading. The keyboard tapped, and he was at a whole new color scheme.
Johnny sat close to Betsy; they were staring at some love movie which donned the large screen television across the room from them. Johnny has a Kleenex in his hand for excess tears, and Betsy looked right into the movie. But like most movies, of this genre, neither of them could remember the title.
Robbie spoke as he clicked, his voice seamed distant and distracted, "Maybe he committed suicide?"
"He wouldn't have looked like that… besides where would the body go?" Betsy looked over at the small blond.
"Maybe he evaporated" He looked around at the blank faces, "Like a magic bullet or something?"
"Hey… Yeah… Now let me get my invisible cloak and we'll go find these suckers" Warren responded sarcastically, not looking at them from the window.
Johnny looked at them, "This guy isn't a serial killed at least…"
A phone rang, a tune that was slow and enjoyable pulsed from beside Betsy, and she flipped it open, "Hello… Of really?" she paused a bit longer, "Make it a table for six then… see you there"
Warren finally looked away from the street, his eyebrow raised in a questioning matter.
"That was Alison, her and Sam are in town and want to go for lunch, for all of us"
Warren looked at her, "Alison?" His eyebrow lowered, "Do we have to?"
"There our friends Warren Worthington the third… now get ready"
Sam and Alison
Sam sat down at the table the air conditioning cooling his body; he looked at the girl across from him, "So how are we doing this?"
"I'll ask…"
"Is that wise" he paused ordering his drink, "You guys didn't have a clean break"
"That was three years ago… besides" She took her diet soda taking a sip, "we need help with this one"
"This one what" The four stood there, they greeted each other and they sat down.
"Alison, Sam, this is Robbie and Johnny" Betsy introduced he boys
"Nice to meet you" from all four of them went around before they settled in.
"I have a question for you Warren…" Alison smiled.
As she was about to ask a few men walked in, trench coats on, the threw them off, purple and white uniforms underneath with guns for hands, they yelled things at the customers and pointed there guns all around.
Alison was the fist to react, firing a beam of light into one of there eyes, Betsy was second, kicking one of them in the face before throwing her glowing pink fist into his head, he fell to the ground, his mind whipped.
Sam was next, his legs became a jet as he flew into one of them and crashed threw the wall, throwing him focally against a near by building. The last one was taken by a yellow beam of energy from Warren. His eyes and hair glowing a weird yellow, he looked at all of these companions, "Does this have anything to do with a Memory card and a murder"
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