"Something is missing," Serah said from behind her back. "These girls are clearly connected but…"

"Yes, I know," Lightning stated, "problem is, the FBI is the one who knows that."

"And following them would be…"

"A crime, quite literally."

Swallowing a few mouthfuls of water, Lightning tossed the empty bottle of plastic towards the bin, missing by only a few inches. With a grunt, she marched towards the bottle and carefully placed it inside, joining the many papers that had started to fill it.

She hadn't been able to learn anything new during her two-day stay in Frisco, and the body the FBI had recovered had been given to the SFPD, but no matter how much she had tried to argue, access to it had been prohibited as well as seeing the parents. Luckily, the few intel she had gathered had been able to form a new clue and trusting her gut had truly been the right solution.

"Well in any case, I better get to the station. Stay here if you want, you have the keys anyway," Lightning said after picking up her things and placing them in her bag, gun near her belt. "I'll see you later."

"Don't work too hard," Serah jokingly teased.

Ignoring the comment, she went out of her house and behind her wheel hastily. Going into reverse, she went down the road with her brows slightly burrowed and took more than a few turns to realize the car following her from the distance, and the shape and colour of the truck made her implode.

Pressing on the gas, she rolled down the streets like a maniac with her sirens on and reached the precinct with the mindset of murder. Staring at the distance, she spotted the SUV slowly driving in front of the building before driving away. Certain Agent Yun was either driving on being on the passenger side, her teeth turned to ash the harder she pressed them together.

She only hoped someone would be waiting for her with a case to distract her from everything else going on. With that in mind, she got up to the first floor and was immediately greeted by Yuj, file in hand.

"Good to see you Lt, your sister okay?"

"Yes she's fine, a lot better. Is that a case?".

"Yeah, robbery. Thirty thousand dollars' worth of gold."

"Big boys," Lightning dryly said, "any leads?"

"Maqui's talking to some neighbours, he should be back soon." They both stopped at her office door, Yuj's eyes hiding something. "Check on your desk. Emma left you something."

Intrigued, Lightning opened the door and carefully shut it back. Flicking the lights on, it took the bulb a few seconds to be brought back to life, the small flicker continuing for the next few seconds and finally able to see, Lightning strode in direction of her desk, her left brow standing a few degrees higher.

Looking through her papers, she was quick to find the scribbled message hidden between two files and the longer she stared at it, the bigger her smile became. Somehow, Emma had managed to find Jihl's previous line of work, waitressing in a bar called The Epiphany. It was located in the south of West-Hollywood and was an LGBTQ+ kind of establishment and already, the plan of paying a visit to the manager later during her day was already in motion.

But for now, she had another focus in mind; to do her actual job. For some reason, her leave of absence had made her feel like a slacker, and the feeling it had given had been less but pleasing. Putting the paper in her pocket, she made her way back to Yuj and waited with him for Maqui to return.

"Everything good?"

"Yes, Detective, everything is good." Glancing at the elevator as the bell chimed, disappointment washed over her. "When did Maqui leave?"

"An hour ago, something like that. But check this out," Yuj said, turning his chair around, "video footage from the robbery."

"Alright."

Leaning closer to the screen, she gazed at the video footage, unsurprised by the chain of events that occurred. The three-armed individuals had entered the place with masks and in less than two minutes, had managed to go out before the police could arrive.

"I'm going to go to the crime scene. Care to join?"

Yuj nodded and turned the laptop off. "Sure thing, let's go."

Whatever keeps me occupied, she thought, walking down the stairs let's pray to God they won't follow me again. Or you know what, let them. Maybe they'll understand I stopped working on the case, or more accurately, believe. With a smile crinkling the corner of her lip, Lightning reached for her car and left the vicinity along with Yuj.

"So Boss… Where were you, really?"

"Hm?"

"I know Serah wasn't sick, Snow is one of my best friends."

"Right," Lightning spoke out, "I forgot."

"Were you in San Francisco?"

Arching a brow, Lightning kept her eyes on the road. "How'd you know?"

"Emma told me the victim was from there and with you being gone, I figured you'd go to see her folks. Was I right?"

She nibbled on her lip for a short time, trying to figure out her options. Should she lie to Yuj and risk for their work relationship to deteriorate?

"You were. But Yuj, you can't get involved."

"But I want to…"

"No. Don't worry, I can do this alone. If we all start to work on it secretly, Amodar is going to figure it out and fire all of us, not only me. You can't let anything show and you certainly cannot help me. Clear?"

"But Lightning…"

"It's final," she ground out, "and that's an order."

Casting a glance in his direction, Yuj eventually dropped the matter. Though looking seemingly displeased, Lightning knew she had made the right decision. He was aware of the facts but couldn't in any way participate in whatever she had in mind.

Suddenly remembering her situation, she looked up at the rear-view mirror and checked for any suspicious car trailing her but was relieved to notice the FBI had decided to let it go, at least for now. I wonder…Will there be another murder or were two enough? I feel like the saying never thrice without twice seems to fit perfectly to the situation… Let's hope I'm wrong this time.

"Here turn left and we'll be there."

Doing just so, Lightning parked the car in front of the store but didn't immediately get out of it. Closing her eyes, she brought her fingers to the bridge of her nose and massaged the spot to erase the pain already building up inside of her head.

"You okay Boss?"

"I'm…Fine. Just a little light-headed." Opening her eyes, she gave Yuj a reassuring glance and got out of her vehicle, badge in hand.

Showing it to the officer standing guard, she was allowed inside of the place that had been left in a ruckus. Pieces of glass and jewelry were all over the ground, covering nearly her entire vicinity. Truth be told, this was a mess. The robbers might've been prepared for the police, but they clearly had been through panic once inside of the store and what proved it was the superb piece of jewelry that had been left untouched

With that alone, more than fifty thousand dollars would have been stolen instead of the ten thousand they had managed to get away with. Impressive, sure, but not being done by the hands of a professional. They would've targeted the piece of the highest value instead of focusing smaller ones unless…Unless that's what they wanted for me to assume.

Shaking her head, Lightning tried to get her thoughts of conspiracy away from her thoughts. "Did they pull the trigger?"

"I don't think so, but it's possible."

"Look for a case somewhere, it could lead us to a gun owner."

"Sure thing!"

Going behind the counter, Yuj disappeared as he kneeled to the ground, leaving Lightning to look at the extent of the damage caused and getting closer to counter she continued to think. Running her hands through her hair, she kept a few strands between her fingertips and rubbed them together, her eyes focusing on nothing but the void.

Jihl Nabaat's parents had left the city a day ago when finally, the FBI had given them the body back, a body they had stolen from the precinct. Or she stole, she morosely thought.

"Found anything," she asked at the sight of Yuj standing back on his feet.

"No. Maybe Emma could tell us something…"

Emma! Shit, I have to go see her without Yuj. I forgot about the text she sent me about the piece found in Tifa's throat. Looking around, she and Yuj continued to investigate for the next thirty minutes and got back to the station as empty-handed as when they had arrived.

Immediately going downstairs under Yuj's suspicious gaze she quickly managed to forget about, Lightning got the sublevel around noon and was surprised to find the morgue completely empty. Looking on both her sides, she decided to wait in front of the room with her back against the wall, arms crossed on her chest.

Glancing at her wristwatch, Lightning found herself surprised as minutes kept passing by, Emma still being MIA. In the five years they had worked together, not once had she decided to eat elsewhere than underground, surrounded by corpses, and the sudden change puzzled Lightning to a new level.

However, about to give up and go back to her office, the bathroom door was pulled open and a sniffling noise dangerously made its way to her ears. Frozen in place, Lightning wanted to run away and avoid the coming interaction; tears and such weren't something up her alley or something she enjoyed.

Gazing at Emma standing at the other end of the hallway, they both exchanged a curious look in each other's direction and the closer she got, the tenser Lightning turned out to be.

"Lightning? What are you doing here," Emma asked, her eyes red-rimmed and nose still slightly humid.

"I'm here because of your text. I forgot to come and see you first thing this morning."

"Oh, right. Come on in."

With a nod, she followed Emma inside of the room and thanked the God she didn't believe in to have avoided her the unpleasant action of having to listen to someone complain and try to console them. She wasn't here as a therapist or even a friend. She was here to get answers and nothing more.

"How was Frisco?"

"Disappointing. I wish I could've found out more. I did find some things but not enough."

"Maybe this will help."

Pressing on a few keys, Emma loaded a page as Lightning took a seat at the desk, her eyes glued to the screen. Waiting for the download to take effect, she crossed her fingers and hoped for good news.

She, however, frowned as the document finally appeared and gave Emma a questioning look. "Is this…?"

"It is. That's what killed your girl this time."

"So the throat sliced was just for show?"

Emma shrugged and sighed. "Doubtful, but the Botulinum toxin didn't help her case. Without a body, I can't say more."

"Yeah, I bet you can't." Closing her eyes, Lightning elbows against her knees and rubbed her face with her hands. This would never end. "I don't know what to do about this case. The more I discover the more complicated it gets."

"I know, I thought the same thing." They looked at the screen in silence, reading once more the details of the find. "Oh, by the way, did you get my message?"

"Yes. I'm going to the bar tonight, see what I can find out about Jihl. Maybe they'll be able to give me a name she truly used rather than aliases."

"Let's hope so," Emma whispered under her breath.

Looking up, Lightning frowned for a couple of seconds before getting up from the seat, her eyes back on the screen.

"Can you send me this on my personal e-mail?"

"Sure thing."

"Thanks, Emma. I'll see you later."

Faking a smile and unsuccessfully doing so, the Lieutenant was out of the morgue and back inside her office in a moment's notice, already typing on her keyboard as fast as possible.

Entering her password, she waited for Emma's e-mail to arrive and double clicked on the link as it blinked on her screen. There wasn't any more information than the one she had already received, but this email could soon come in handy. How, she wasn't sure yet, but it wasn't for nothing that this had been left here.

Like a message, she asked herself, a pen between her lips, or just recklessness? Doesn't seem like these people would make mistakes.

But sadly, she couldn't be sure of that. She could be sure of nothing and this fact was slowly driving her insane. Maybe she was obsessed with the case after all, and maybe was she making a mistake to try and figure it out, but with so many doors still closed, Lightning wanted to open just one other. And maybe this one would finally give her the answers she desperately wanted.

She stood in front of the establishment for a little while, scrutinizing her vicinity with a cigarette tucked at her lips. In the middle of the gay area of Los Angeles, Lightning felt both at ease and uncomfortable. At ease, because she identified as a homosexual but uncomfortable because of how she perceived relationships: useless and unappealing. Therefore, watching all the couples walk down, hand in hand and kissing had made her felt uneasy, and for once, she hadn't been able to look at either of them.

Also, the fact to enter a bar put her outside of her comfort zone. Bars, pubs, and whatnot had never been her scenery. Usually filled with people drinking until the sun goes up and shamelessly flirting with every person finding themselves single in an ocean of sharks, there wasn't a thing Lightning enjoyed about having a night out. But to be fair, it wasn't like anyone ever invited her to have a drink, so luckily, she was saved from these places. Except for today.

Breathing out a long and deep sigh of distress, Lightning puffed on her cigarette once more and got closer to the entrance of the Epiphany, scouting for an ashtray that had been left on the outside tables and finding one, she stubbed the nicotine stick and entered the establishment without giving the doors a single touch.

Just as she remembered from these places -before, at tim where her sister forced her to go out and have fun-, the heat was astonishing but to her greatest surprise, the place wasn't fillethe d to brim. Only a few tables were occupied, and two other persons were sat at the counter, silently drinking their glass and waiting for the night to properly start. Going at seven at night had been a good all, and Lighting thanked her instincts for having decided to go early.

Listening to the music she didn't thoroughly enjoyed, the Lieutenant walked towards the bar and crossed eyes with the bartender who immediately, grinned at the sight of a newcomer. The smile, however, wasn't returned.

"Never seen you around before. You're not lost, are you?"

"Not lost no," Lightning said with a frown, "I'm just looking for someone. She works here."

"Oh?" Looking seemingly intrigued, the bartender placed the glass and towel to the side and elbowed against the counter, her hazel eyes staring right at her.

Trying to keep her vision up and not focused on the insanely large cleavage presented before her very eyes, Lightning darted away. "Blond hair, glasses? Thin, muscular and rather pretty," she said with a tight smile and looking back at the woman, she knew the answer she wanted was seconds away.

"You're talking about Melissa…I'm sorry she erm, she passed away a few days ago."

Fainting surprise, Lightning lowered her eyes and stared at the counter for a few seconds. A first name wouldn't be enough. "I didn't even know her name. Melissa, is that right?"

"Yeah, Melissa Harmony. How did you know her?"

Taken aback by the question, Lightning hadn't thought about an answer. To be fair, she hadn't thought that far along, thinking no one would be able to give her a name or even acknowledge her presence. But if Lightning had been taught something during her years of investigating, it was how to sell a lie.

"We ran into each other a few nights ago. She was coming home, and I was tipsy, trying to find my own way home. She led me back and we chatted a bit, but I never got a name."

"Yeah, she was always trying to help others." Glancing over her shoulder, the bartender focused her attention on the glasses and faced her again. "Let me give you a drink, on the house."

"Oh no please, I couldn't…"

"Too late. In Melissa's memory."

Forced to accept the offer, Lightning nodded ever so slightly and watched as she disappeared on the let side of the bar to pick out a few bottles of strong alcohol. Suppressing a sigh at the sight of vodka, an alcohol she detested, Lightning was suddenly invaded by the scent of a perfume and for a moment, she wasn't able to remember when she had been able to smell it. But as a dry laugh reached her ears, Lightning knew to who it belonged.

Slowly turning around on the stool, she dug her stare as Agent Yun pushed a few strands of brown-purplish away from her face to reveal an earring at her left ear resembling the tooth of a shark, something mostly worn by surfers or complete idiots. Strangely, when it came to this woman, the latter seemed to be a more appropriate reason.

They didn't exchange a single word for the few first seconds, only judging and staring at their respective outfits, Lightning finding herself intrigued by the low-cut t-shirt and pair of skinny blue jeans the Agent had decided to wear. Clearly, the woman was off-duty and had therefore no right to pester her about the reason of her presence in this particular bar. And what was she doing in this bar anyway?

"There's no end to you, is there," she eventually asked, her eyes darting at the bar. "I believe this is for you?"

Turning back around, Lightning stared at the pink-coloured drink that had been placed before her eyes. "I figured I'd make something matching your hair," the bartender said. "Oh, Fang! The usual?"

"Yeah, thanks Abby."

Shivering as Agent Yun -apparently called Fang- sat down to her left, Lightning wondered what she had done to be cursed with such bad luck. "What are you doing here, Lt," Fang asked after a while, the thickness of her accent only now echoing inside of her mind, "I didn't picture you as the going-to-a-gay-bar type of girl. Or any bar at all, to be honest."

"What I do during my free time is none of your concern."

Grabbing the glass from the sticky counter, Lightning first looked at the coloured content with a frown and instinctively sniffed it. Surprisingly, the smell of vodka had faded only to be replaced by an insane amount of sugar. Diabetes, here I come, she thought after taking a first sip. Opening her eyes, she was pleasantly welcomed by a fresh taste, the sugar she had smelt merely being felt as the liquid ran down the length of her throat.

Looking back to the bartender, Lightning said, "It's really good. Thanks."

"You're very welcome. It helps that you're pretty, with that don't talk to me look. I like it."

As the bartender winked and went away to tend to other customers, Lightning felt like her face was ablaze. Not necessarily shy and rather confident with her looks, receiving good-hearted compliments had always made her feel nervous, and her face always reflected her uneasiness.

Looking at her glass and waiting for her usual white complexion to come back, she glanced for a quarter of her second to her left, noticing Agent Yun's thin fingers running around the edge of her glass, the few bracelets covering her arms clicking together to produce a soothing sound.

"Why are you here, Farron?"

Farron, that's new she thought glancing up from the glass. "Having a drink," she mumbled under her breath.

"Good, so am I."

"And I should care why?"

"Here I thought you were a human being under the Lieutenant mask. Seems like it's not just a mask, eh?"

Fang winked, and Lightning nostrils flared in return. Even out of her FBI suit, the woman was still unbearable and the urge to throw her fist against her jaw was pleasingly enticing.

"Seriously? You can't just be cool and relax for a while?"

"I am cool, and I am relaxing. It's your presence that irks me."

"Irks you, eh," Fang said amusingly.

"It means annoy in case you were wondering," Lightning taunted, her smile evilly growing.

"Oh burn, someone call the hospital I think I've been scorched," Fang loudly said, a few eyes now staring at them both. "Grow up Farron, it was nothing personal."

"You made it personal by calling my superior."

"Like you wouldn't have done that?"

Slightly parting to reply, Lightning immediately shut her mouth back. Though refusing to admit it to her face, Yun was right. She would've done more than only give her boss a call to inform her of the situation. After all, trespassing was a crime punishable by the law, so why wouldn't had she?

"Glad to see we agree," Fang pursued, a proud smile glued to her lips. "So why don't we just forget about that and be adults about the situation?"

"Fine," Lightning bitterly spat out, "Fine."

"Terrific! So, Lieutenant Farron, what's the name behind this annoyed, angered look?"

Frowning until her forehead creased, Lightning sighed and brought her glass to her lips. Drinking two consecutive sips to finish the content as soon as possible so she could finally leave this place, she then looked back at Fang with a severe look in her eyes. "Lightning," she articulated through gritted teeth, "Lieutenant Lightning Farron."

"Fang Oerba Yun."

"Pleasure," Lightning said. Drinking another sip from her drink, she then placed it back on the counter, ready to escape.

Before she could so, the bartender reappeared from nowhere with a grin on her face, her eyes sparkling at the sight of the glass now standing empty on the counter. "I'm so glad you liked it! Do you want another? Half-price, I promise," the young woman said with a wink.

"Give her another one, I'm buying."

Staring at agent Yun, Lightning's fists suddenly clenched and the bigger her smile turned out to be, the angrier Lightning became.

"You're not the Boss of me Yun, don't forget that."

There was a feeling that went across Fang's face, but Lightning couldn't possibly figure out what it was. "Could we meet in the middle, Lightning? This is getting tedious."

Actually, agreeing with Fang, Lightning blew out a breath and sat down on the stool, her jacket coming off of her shoulders. "Fine, but it doesn't mean I'm looking for a chat," she warned her with a single look.

Lifting both of her hands as a sign of surrendering, Fang chuckled to herself and continued quietly drinking her glass of whiskey. The smile she had on her face did not leave her a single time and the creases forming around the corner of her eyes as she conversed with the bartender instantly showed. There was no doubt that this woman seemed like someone nice and pleasant, but Lightning was unable to look over the fact she had double-crossed her. It was petty, and the thought of it disgusted her, but there was nothing she could about it.

"You're angrily staring at me, Farron."

"Hm?" Blinking once or twice, it took Lightning a few moments to understand she had been staring at her for God knew how long.

"You're still investigating, uh?"

"What?"

"The case. I know you were in San Francisco to meet Tifa's parents and you're here because of Jihl Nabaat. Or are you going to continue to pretend like you were here by chance?"

"Would it change anything, no matter what I could tell you," Lightning asked after thanking the bartender for the drink.

"No, not really. I figured you'd be stubborn, but this is another level."

"I'm not stubborn," Lightning countered, "I don't give up, it's different."

"Whatever you want to call it Sunshine."

"Don't nickname me. We're not friends, merely acquaintances," Lightning ground out, her eyes piercing through Fang's skull who rolled her eyes in response. "Why is the FBI here?"

"Nice try," Fang offered with a shake of the head, "It's confidential."

"What's the link I'm missing between you and these girls? And why would they be described as missing, only two months apart…"

The sound of her work-ringtone suddenly rang from her pocket. Quickly retrieving it, she pressed on answer and waited for Yuj to utter a word.

"New body, happened half-an-hour ago."

"Where," she urged him, dropping a ten-dollar bill on the counter for the glass.

"Plummer Park, East of the neighborhood."

Hanging up, she gave Fang a grin and rushed out of the establishment, her car-keys already jangling in her hand. Unlocking her car from the distance, she sat down behind the wheel and made sure Agent Yun hadn't yet left the establishment before turning the engine on, a smile spreading on her lips as no one escape through the front-door. Going into reverse, she left her parking-spot and went in direction of the park, on the other side of the bar.

Turning her lights and sirens on when the bar was not longer in her line of sight, Lightning quickly drove towards the scene of a new crime and one she knew would ultimately be related to the others and having received the call before Agent Yun, Lightning knew she'd have a few minutes to spare to quickly investigate and snatch her prints, hair and saliva for a thorough analysis.

Speeding just a bit more, she reached the park a few moments later, surprised by the lack of officers investigating the scene. Furrowing her brows, she got out of the car and jogged towards the banner, grabbing her flashlight from her inner pocket to guide her steps through the trees.

Finally being able to see the body surrounded by Yuj, Emma and Maqui, she advanced in their direction but was abruptly stopped dead in her tracks as she perceived Agent Yun approaching her team with her arms crossed on her chest and smiled as their gazes met.

"Lieutenant Farron, did you really think you'd get here before me?"

How the fuck, she thought walking closer to her. "I can't believe this."

"Believe it. You know the drill now, don't you?"

Growling, Lightning gave her team a warning look and neither of them dared move a finger. Emma was the first to react, continuing her DNA retrieval and therefore ignoring direct orders from a superior officer but once again, Fang's attention wasn't drawn to her.

Staring at one another, Lightning took a few steps closer until it was her time to put her face inches away from hers, the scent of scotch and vodka colliding between the space kept between their mouths. How much she wanted to pummel the woman into a pile of lard was enticing and slightly arousing, but also wouldn't be efficient in any way.

"You've got to be kidding me," Lightning whispered, the frown she had on getting increasingly more pronounced. "I'm not leaving, Agent Yun."

"Listen, Lieutenant Farron. I've been nice before, but this is getting too much. I will give you ten seconds to turn around, get into your car and leave. Go back to the bar, I'm sure you can get another free drink!'

"Fuck you, Agent Yun," she barked, "I'm offering my help to you, willingly and you keep fucking with me."

"I'm doing my job, Lieutenant. I know you believe that treating these crimes is somehow yours but stop dreaming. Stick to your position. You're not FBI, I am."

"You were the one saying we should meet in the middle. I'm in it, where the heck are you?"

"Three steps ahead of you Farron, and I always will be."

With the mindset of murder dawning on her mind, Lightning thought of pulling her gun and shoot one of her knees to see her crawl before her eyes but with her courage in hand, managed to turn around and storm out of the Park. A few objects on the ground were kicked away, and the tears of rage that had started to fill her eyes threatened to be shed as she entered her car.

The wheel she held was about to meet his maker, and after punching it more than ten times in a row, the pain spreading in her knuckles was undeniable. Clenching her fist, she brought it closer to the car window and gazed at the few drops of blood that had started to form from the friction with the leather, an unpleasant sensation of burn going up and down her four fingers.

Staring at the road with an equal amount of rage, Lightning turned the keys inside of the ignition and left the area with her sirens on once more. The alcohol she had ingested had already faded, and the dire need for a glass of wine had started to increase the amount of saliva in her mouth.

On her way home, she only hoped Emma had been able to gather evidence from the victim. If not, the chase would ultimately come to an end and that, Lightning was unable to condone.

It was a little after eleven at night when Lightning wandered out of her office with her loaded gun in her hand as quietly as possible towards the front-door. Concerned by the lateness, the possibility of an intruder trying to sneak inside and steal some of her belongings was ringing alarms inside of her mind and the closer she got to the door, the faster her heart started to beat.

Glancing inside the peep-hole she had installed during the summer, Lightning's eyebrows quirked up a few inches higher at the sight of Agent Yun standing still behind the door. From there, all she could see was the shape of an object in her hand without being able to determine what on Earth it could've been.

Hesitant, she looked down at her feet and waited. Another set of knocks immediately followed, her first and last name being called out by Fang's deep voice but still, Lightning was unsure of how to proceed. Although curiosity made her wonder why the Agent had decided to come by and pay her a visit, her resentment and hatred towards the woman was such that she also didn't care, and for a few moments, the rivalry between the two parts of her annoyingly thick head battled to the death.

"I can see your shadow from under the door Farron, don't be stubborn and let me in."

Glancing at her feet, Lightning pondered the veracity of her words but eventually put her pride away. Unlocking the door, she partly pulled it until the chain stopped it from opening all the way. "What do you want, Agent?"

"To talk. You won't get another chance, I'm already breaking every rule by coming here," Fang grumbled.

Arching her brow, Lightning closed the door, undid the chain and opened it back up, letting Fang find her own way towards the living-room where she took a seat. Waiting for the woman to join with her, Lightning poured herself a glass of wine from the bottle she had left on her coffee table, displeased by the sudden invasion of her privacy.

"Cute house. Doesn't really match the person."

"You don't know anything about me, Agent Yun, I suggest you stop supposing anything," Lightning mirthlessly spoke out, her thoughts returning to carnage in an instant. "Now, why are you here, and what do you want?"

Glancing up from her glass, she carefully observed as Fang ran her hand through her hair looking seemingly annoyed. Walking back and forth in front of the fireplace, it seemed liked the words refused to escape her lips, looking as they parted and were shut back the very next second. Finally, she decided to sit on an arm chair and let out a loud sigh, her eyes darting at the ceiling.

"I think you might be able to help me. But Lightning," Fang warned as she spotted the fire in Lightning's eyes. "This is dangerous, and confidential. I need to trust you. Can I?"

Hiya! I hope you guys enjoy this so far :) Tell me if something displeases you, or could've been added! Also, I just realized I had made some spelling errors before and I'd like to apologize! English isn't my first language so this could happen in the future or even now!

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