Chapter 6 Let's Have Some Fun

The next evening, an agent named Michie prepared to depart the agent headquarters. She put on her black trench coat and began strolling along the corridors toward the exit.

Chantelle overheard the Powerful agent getting ready to depart the headquarters. It concerned her. She doubted that the Powerful she had encountered before had enough to frighten them. Her arm was unwrapped. It has already healed sufficiently. She followed the black trench coat's tail. When Michie noticed Chantelle, she turned around and stated, "The superiors want to see you." She carried on walking.

Chantelle gave her a snarl. "Liar. I've already seen them and submitted my report. So, where are you going?"

Michie nodded and inquired, "So, have you found any new Powerful?"

"They defenestrated me before I could catch them...four...I think. Except for the two of them, I have no idea what their abilities were. You?"

"None. This city is dull, and you appear to have struck gold in terms of meeting someone."

Sweetie Pie happened to pass by a suspicious-looking building and decided to investigate. When she touched the door, it was unlocked. She snuck in after hearing two female conversations down the hall. She recognized one of the voices as Chantelle's, but the other was unfamiliar to her. Because there was enough sound to see clearly, she produced a clicking noise.

Chantelle's nostrils slightly flared. She prayed the other agent didn't notice. She was concerned that this agent might detect Powerful in the same way she could. She began to speak more loudly. "So, how does it feel to be a Powerful agent? I wouldn't know what it would be like emotionally to hunt out my own species as a vanilla human."

Sweetie Pie peered around the corner and noticed Chantelle and a female with black hair, but the black-haired agent had her back.

As she tried to keep the other agent interested in her discussion, Chantelle made a discreet shooing motion at Sweetie Pie. "As I already stated, you must be on the lookout for those who defenestrate you. They are quite violent."

Sweetie Pie clicked again, and she caught the tail end of one of the shooing gestures. She backed up slightly and nodded. Michie was completely unconcerned with her presence. Chantelle remained composed and did not reveal any of her actions to the other agent. She didn't want to come out as suspicious in front of Michie.

The woman's gaze shifted away from Chantelle as she began to walk away, waving her hand. "This was a really fascinating chat, but I have some job to do." She exited and returned to the building's interior.

Chantelle sighed and leaned against the wall. That had been a nail-biter. The Powerful had reminded her of a bat that used echolocation. She should have been more careful. Chantelle breathed hard, hoping to catch another scent of the Powerful. If someone other than Chantelle caught her, they'd all be in big trouble.

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Beatriz fled. She needed to go far enough away from Felton that he wouldn't pick up on her thoughts. She ran across several kids she'd never seen before on a bridge. Delilah raised her head to see who had slammed into her.

"Be on the lookout!" She yelled.

Beatriz was surprised. "You're screwed! I'm attempting to commit suicide, and you're standing in my way!"

Delilah's eyes were bright crimson. "Why would you sacrifice such valuable blood when you might give it to me?" Her rage dissipated into a grin "They're on the lookout for us. They will assassinate you, me, and everyone else. You're going to die anyhow. Why don't you just let me do it?" In pursuit of sustenance, the blood vampire had travelled far from her home in The Bronx.

"I'm not sure," Beatriz said.

Michie left the agents' headquarters after a few minutes of sitting and doing nothing, and strolled down the street, where she saw a girl talking to a kid. 'Gifted? Should I invite them, talk to them, or just see whether they're worth talking to?' Then she wandered about them for a while, lurking among the throng to eavesdrop.

"Are you stupid?" Beatriz was scoffed at by Delilah.

"No!" Beatriz sobbed.

"If you have nothing else, and no blood to spare, then I have no need to waste any more time in your company," Delilah snarled. She stepped back.

"Go to this address and give this guy this envelope," she instructed. She handed her Felton's photo, the latest safe house address, and an envelope. "My name is Beatriz, by the way." Beatriz then leapt from the bridge into the raging rapids below.

Delilah was surprised; why would she do something for someone else? Especially without remuneration. "I shall not do such a thing!" she yelled down into the water.

'I might as well make them sleep while I have the possibility of going unnoticed,' Michie said as she formed a needle out of her own shadow and blasted a warning shot across Delilah's nose. 'Gyaah! 'I missed...' She then clenched her hand and began shooting needles at Delilah.

Delilah drew a knife from a secret pocket in her skirt and sliced a small slit in her right wrist. As the blood spilled out, she sneered, becoming a tiny cat with long thin ears. Delilah whistled, and the cat leaped, catching as many needles as it could. As numerous needles passed past the cat and pricked the side of her leg, she let out a high-pitched scream.

Felton bolted. He had no clue where Beatriz had gone, but he had to track her down. He examined the brains of everyone he passed, looking for Beatriz. Suddenly, he discovered her in the thoughts of an agent. He muttered something beneath his breath. He pulled off his clothes and shoes, rushed past the agent and a young girl, and suddenly came to a halt. That girl had a photograph of him. He grabbed it, stuffed it into one of his old shoes, and dived into the sea.

Sweetie Pie had followed the agent and discovered her shooting at Beatriz, Felton, and some young lady. "Hey! Don't meddle with my friends!" She leaped in front of Michie, and a flash of flames sprang out of nowhere. She winced in agony as a hard thump thudded into her arm.

Michie's leg was shot through. Her limb returned to its original shape, leaving no evidence of a scar. "More than bullets will be required to stop me!" Her eyes turned a crimson red. Michie's face lit up with a crazy grin, and she dropped the ground. "I'm going to need more than them to beat you." She thrust her palm into the shadows underneath her and created a huge demonic scythe from it. "Let's have some fun..."