Warning: There is violence in this chapter. Don't want ya'll to be surprised.
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About 30 miles outside of Miami, Florida
8:00 AM 4/19/2016

Circe sighed, pacing back and forth in the cabin in the woods. She was expecting the delivery of a very important man. Hopefully B had no problem taking him down. B had called Circe after the EVO had contacted their boss. And neither of them were happy about this job. Rumors were Providence was getting involved.
The door swung open, and the man Circe had been waiting one was thrown in. Circe raised her palm, and the door slammed shut.

"Hello, IV. You've been a difficult man to find," Circe walked up to the mecernary, smiling. IV looked up at her and growled.

"Careful, girly. I can kill you," IV threatened, wheezing.

"Puh-lease. I'm thrice the assassin you are. And, I'm younger," Circe smirked. "Now, you know my employer. And I think you know why you're here,"

"I don't know where the formula is," IV wheezed, looking down.

"Liar!" Circe shouted, flicking her wrist up towards the ceiling. IV flew up, smashing into the ceiling and smashing back down, coughing and gasping. "Jesus Christ, who are you, Little Wayne?"

IV stood and took a swing at Circe, which she easily dodged. He did, however, manage to land a kick to her chest that sent her flying across the one-room cabin. She stood, and he began to extend his bandages. Circe raised her hand, and they stopped mid air. She made a circle with her index finger, and the bandages wrapped around IV.

"Look, I have no intention of killing you. Just tell me where the formula is!" Circe rolled her eyes, exasperated. Secretly, her new abilities were scaring her.

"I sent them! To 1419 Sycamore in Miami!" IV admitted.

"Hey, that's my address!" Circe smiled. "This was a huge waste of time. But that's okay. You're free to go,"

Circe relaxed her hand and the bandages binding IV relaxed. He made his way out, and Circe went to a corner, collapsing in sobs.

About 30 miles outside of Phoenix, Arizona
4:00 PM, 4/19/2016

Holiday looked up at the clock. The day had been a rush of tests and theories. She felt as if she was going to vomit.
She was going to leave at 4:30 to clean the house for their dinner party. She wasn't looking forward to it. She knew she'd have to grit her teeth and plow through it. She finished up looking at test tubes and grabbed her purse. She needed to get out of there.
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Phoenix, Arizona
7:00 PM, 4/19/2016

Six and Rex approached the Calan-Holiday home. It was a pretty house, painted a sand color with mahogany trim. Their lawn was perfectly manicured with a row of yellow tulips lining their walkway up to the front step.
Rex nodded, and Holiday answered the door. She wore a pair of jeans and a light tan top that was loose around the arms and chest but fitted from the waist down.
She ushered them into their home.

"Please, make yourself feel welcome," Holiday invited. Her heels clicked on the wooden floors as she led them around her house. She ended in the dining room, where four table places were set. Three had glasses of champagne, while the third had a can of Pepsi.
The centerpiece was a whole chicken, seasoned and cooked. Around it was various dishes full of food. One had Jello, one had a salad, one had potatoes that had been cooked with the chicken.

"Wow, did you cook this, Doc?" Rex asked, surprised.

"What, Rebecca cook?" Calan laughed as he entered the room. "No, I prepared this meal. She decorated. Please, take a seat,"

Rex and Six sat on one side, Holiday and Calan took the other. As they began to dive in, they all made pointless small talk. Holiday and Six felt so awkward, while Calan and Rex tried to ignore it.

"So, how long have you two been together?" Rex asked.

"Two years," Calan answered.

Then Rex's phone went off. Unfortunately, the ring tone was Wasn't Me. The cheaters' anthem blared, silencing all conversations as Rex hastily fumbled to shut it off.
Six felt the need to punch his partner. Calan burst out laughing. Holiday calculated the chances of her survival if she nose-dived off of the roof of her home.
Then Holiday's phone buzzed in her pocket. Then Calan's, then Six's.

"There's been another attack," Holiday read the text quickly. "And this time, an EZomb attacked a living, breathing human,"

A/N: Finals. They make me want to drown myself in a pool full of tears because finals are hard.
I hope this was awk enough for you. Also, Circe isn't good, but isn't totally sold on the whole bad thing. Just wait. She'll get even more powerful and confused.