Phew…. It’s harder than you think, keeping up with those two. At least I'm having fun for once. Been nothing but work for a couple months. 

Well, this still is work-related.

“Mauve! Hazel! Wait up! Do you even remember which café I'm talking about?” With that, Hazel stops right on the spot causing Mauve to run into her, knocking them both over. I help them up with an expression like a mom tired of her kids’ quarrels.

“Just follow me. And we won’t be running there, we’ll be walking.”
I say, finally having control of the pace of those two. It’s like walking a dog that finally realises you got the treats, not the other people.
Comparing them to dogs may be rude some would say, but they are known as ‘The Wolfs’ dogs, making them sound harmless. Their small figures add up to the feeling that they are like defenceless lapdogs. Really works when digging up stuff as they don’t stand out as Nathan do.
Plus I can still feel safe with those two.

“We should be there after we turn right over there. You know the drill though, as the ones following me apparently knew it's a favourite spot of mine, maybe they got new people on standby here”

“Yes, mom~” Hazel says, trying to irritate me.

“No ice cream for you sweetie~”

“Heeey! Why not?!” payback is sweet. Literally. You know? Icecream? Haha… Nevermind.. I'll end up paying for an ice cream anyway. Surprisingly enough, nobody at all is at the coffee spot right now. Makes it easy getting my coffee down to some quietness (as hazel will be too busy eating her ice cream, to talk).

“May? Can I ask you something” Mauve asks after having taken a sip of the tea he ordered.

“Of course”

“Why do we gotta be so different from normal humans?” Ouch… That's a bit unfair to ask me.

“Well.. uh... Firstly we have more responsibilities than others. Using our talents should only be done when using it for the sake of kindness and to help those in need. Something like that..”

“Ah, just like how you are helping us and not them?”

“Yeah. Those are a bunch of assholes wanting to exploit us like weapons and so.” Us having powers and such would, of course, create the questions like ‘are we really human?’ and ‘how can we use those with power?’ and so on.
Of course leading to some wanting to perform tests on us to see if they can replicate us, some wanting us joining their small illegal armies and some just wanting us dead.

“Earth calling May! I’m done with the ice cream and your coffee is getting cold" Ah, lost in thoughts again. I drink the last bit of coffee left and think for a bit. Closing my eyes to use my ‘sight’.

“They have already cleaned up after the ambush yesterday, so we won't find anything there.”

“Oh, come to the point, will you? I know you got some kinda plan anyway”
The now bored Hazel says.

“True. You two gotta be ready, 3 identical cars with blackened windows are about to pull up here.”

“Aww, I don't wanna ruin my new shoes.”

“I'll just wash them like always..” Mauve says still sipping on his tea.
Really bold of them to do this in the middle of a day. But then again, there's probably only people associated with them around, all bribed to keep their mouths shut.

“Don't worry about making the place messy. It's about time I frequent another place.”

“Hey! If I were you, I'd rather lock myself into the toilet.”
Hazel yells at the guy by the disk. Realising why he got the money to stay quiet, he runs for the back door.

“Turn the light off or let them be?” I ask.

“Naah, let them be. It's Mauves turn to shine”

“But I don't want to be in the spotlight..”

“Dummy, you are the spotlight hahaha! If you are too much of a quick shot and got no stamina, you can let sis here take care of the rest~”

“Hey! Meanie!”

“Can you two not fight each other right before the bad dudes come?..”
As I say that two cars pull over outside. The third surely out behind the building.

The cars are like the typical ones in movies. always the two large ones and the third smaller one the boss or something sits in. The sliding door on the large of the cars outside gets opened and a handful men dressed up in black suits with some pretty strange, but cool looking masks. Black with three white strokes on the right chin. None of them visibly wielding a weapon, but I theorize they do have weapons on them somehow. One steps out of the driver seat in the smaller car, this one with a dot in front of the three dashes, and opens the door for what I assume is their boss or a higher subordinate. The man stepping out is in all white wearing an all-black mask (Definitely the first assumption - the boss). The handful goes for the door as to open it for him.

The white man.. or black? Should I call him by his mask or his suit?
Well, the boss then, he stepped inside and turn to us. Slowly making his way to where we sit.

“Can I assume this chair is not taken?” A nearly mechanical voice mutters.
He sounds as if he is up in the years with a nearly metallic quality to the sound, but his body's physique tells a whole other thing.
Reminding me more of Ethan's broad figure.

“You assumed correctly. sir?”

“You, young miss, can just call me Richard. Richard Madden. I’m pleased to meet you”

He extends his hand towards me and I take it, but with a little hesitation, and shake it. His hand feels as cold as the weather outside. The skin not smooth, but like some sort of plastic. Hazel, as carefree as ever has walked up to one of the henchmen, circling around him a bit as to inspect him.
The thing that happens next is fast, but I’m used to improvising on the spot.
The henchman, obviously regarding Hazel as an irritating and unneeded pestilence, thinks it's in his right to ‘dispose’ of her. That, of course, is a big mistake for him, his career and life. He reaches for her neck but it's like his hand doesn't reach her. From one second to another his hand has been detached, scorched where the cut has been made. Mauve, still sipping on what's left of his tea, is now standing with a scythe in the other hand, that is visibly radiating heat. This, Richard, doesn't even bother turning to see what is happening. The henchman falls to his knees of course, both in pain over the loss of a hand but also confused at where his hand went, how it isn’t there anymore and who did it. Most of the other henchmen, probably either too scared to move or better trained than the unfortunate, but one other reaches for his gun, pointing it at Mauve before firing it without a second thought.
I panic. Mauve may be able to cleanly cut off a hand, but stopping a bullet just like that? I don’t even notice Richard having stood up from his seat.
He is firmly placed in the way between Mauve and the bullet.
With a metallic clang and the sound of the henchman getting knocked to the ground from a knee to the face from Hazel, the bullet does not reach Mauve. Simply falling to the ground like if it had hit a wall it couldn’t penetrate. Richard corrects his tie a bit, taking a look at the small hole the bullet made in it.

The air, not quite freezing because of Mauves still heat radiating scythe but figuratively speaking, stands still as if everything has frozen.
Richard walks back to his seat and sits down once again.

“Shall we get to the point?”
He snaps his fingers, making one of the henchmen do a light bow and walk over to the table. He takes forth a black sealed letter with a white stamp on it.

“W-what is this?” I manage to squeak out. Richard emits this aura of superiority, that quite frankly is literally making me shiver.

“A proposal. A job, you can call it. I’d be surprised if you, the so-called farseer, don't know what this means.”

“Uhm… what exactly does it mean? Don’t take me wrong, I know it’s one of those ‘You can’t refuse’ proposals..”

“You see, I lead a mercenary group. I take jobs as long as I get paid.
This time the job went as following: Recruit her or kill her.”
The henchman with the dot in addition to the strokes, interrupt.

“Sir, ‘Puppet’ is getting restless. They are asking if they can send it in.”

“No, I’ll need an answer for the young lady first. A gentleman waits for his answer.”

“As you will, sir”
Puppet? I assume this man himself is a contrast and this ‘Puppet’ is one too.

A sudden loud crash is heard out back. Then a brief moment of silence.
The moment later a hole, a bit bigger than the front of a bus, has been made in the side of the building. It’s amazing that the police is corrupt enough to not have shown up yet. In flies Ethan along with a car that I suppose has been thrown into him, that car being the same model as the big one out front. He continues out through the window at the front and first stops around midway onto the road.

“I’ll take that as a no then…”

He stands up and cracks his knuckles, producing a loud sound hearable through the room, before flipping the table between us away. I throw myself to the side, rolling out of his reach. Hazel and Mauve are busy dealing with the remaining henchmen that prove to be better trained than what I assume was two newly recruited. I run through the Café ending up by the counter, elegantly jumping over it. I take the knife that until today had been used to cut chicken for the sandwiches and throw it at Richard. Barely making any scratch, only leaving behind a cut mark in his suit.

“Run as much as you'd like. I'll catch up to you eventually”
he says while continuing on his way to me. I begin searching for a flashbang in my bag, but I have forgotten the bag by my chair. Suddenly a car comes flying from the side into Richard causing him to fly with the car into the wall. I look the way it came from seeing Ethan smile to me (even though blood is visibly running down from a flesh wound in his shoulder). I hear Nathan shouting.

“MAY! CAR! OUTSIDE!”
I manage to get a look at him before this guy, clearly not human as his joints looks like he is a doll, having detached a stop sign from the ground use Nathan as a baseball. I run. I run outside seeing Liz waiting by the steering wheel of a pickup truck.

“Come on, I can't just park here!” I enter the truck, Liz smashing her foot down on the accelerator as Mauve, carrying an injured and blood covered Hazel in his arms, jumps onto the back of the pickup truck.

“W-what about Ethan and Nathan?!” I yell. By now I don't even know how loud that was. I am in a total panic. Nothing, nothing like this has ever happened before.

“Check the glove compartment” Liz commands.

I open it, finding a gun. It’s not like I’ve not fired one before, more like it's not a usual thing for me to have.

“We’ll quickly stop at your place. Better be ready to run in and pack what's most needed and we are off again…. And here” She gives me a handkerchief.

“Wipe away those tears or I’ll begin too. It’s hard enough leaving Ethan with your friend back there.” I haven’t even noticed the tears. Quickly wiping them away I look back. Richard standing in the middle of the road looking at us driving away.