It was yet another night of tracking down targets and eliminating them for Chase and I. We were currently on our way to the home of George Aaron's, a local florist, who we had been tipped off about by one of our scouts for using magic to make his plants grow. Our scout had sent us pictures, videos, and a detailed report on the incident as well. Everything the scout had said had corroborated with his story so now we were on our way to visit the bastard.

"Can we hurry this up tonight? I have things to do," Chase grumbled from the passenger seat. I rolled my eyes with a shake of my head.

"No we cannot hurry this up. We have to make sure that we are very thorough in our job tonight and I won't rush through it because you want to binge watch Freaks and Geeks on Netflix," I explained.

"It's not that," She muttered, "Arisa is making me go out tonight."

Arisa was Chase's closest friend and our colleague. Arisa was always trying to hit on me no matter how many times I've brushed off her advances. She just didn't stop trying. Other than her obvious and annoying attraction to me, Arisa always made it her goal to try and get Chase out of her house, but Chase always managed to her worm her way out of it with words, which somehow always worked. It irritated Arisa that her friend and my partner preferred to stay indoors instead of going out onto the town, but there was nothing with that in the first place to me.

"Why don't you just go out tonight to shut her up?" I questioned.

"I've tried that, but she somehow keeps thinking that means that somehow my ways have changed," She grumbled.

"Have you tried telling her to back off?" I inquired.

"I did, but there was no use after a while," She explained. I don't think I'll ever fully be able to understand women in the slightest.

"Don't know what to tell you," I shrugged as we pulled up outside the house of our target.

"Of course you wouldn't," She muttered, "You're a guy." I simply rolled my eyes.

"Can you just tell me about our target?" I inquired.

"Fine. His name is Diego Gonzalez, he's fifty-years old, lives with his cat Charles that he loves and adores, he owns a local boutique that is very popular within this town that he had opened up after leaving the world of fashion, he has only one living relative which is a nephew, and he's very well admired by everyone," She explained. These are the types of targets I hated sometimes, the well known and adored types that people would notice if they were killed. We had to be extra careful around them so that way we don't leave any evidence whatsoever or made it seem like somebody had murdered them. We had an incident twenty years with another celebrity that one of our own had killed and the world almost ended up discovering us.

"Arisa is going to be pissed when she finds out that we're killing her idol," Chase muttered, "The girl bought over five thousand dollars worth of clothes and shoes from him."

Silently, I rolled my eyes and shook my head. My understanding of women is very very limited.

"You better do this on your own. I'm not gonna have blood on my hands this time, especially the blood of Arisa's favorite designer," She shook her head.

"Are you serious?" I inquired.

"Yep," She popped the 'p', "There's nothing scarier than an angry Arisa and I think I want to live to see another day."

"Fine. I'll go by myself," I grumbled.

"Great because you can face the wrath of Arisa on your own," She grinned.

"Whatever. Who was the person that saw him using magic?" I inquired.

"Marjory Smith. She's been an informant of ours for years and she's almost always never wrong," She informed, "But she didn't exactly see him use magic." This is why I fucking hated having informants half the time because some of them never got any real or concrete evidence, which meant that those being reported were being targeted just on speculation or personal grudges. I've had two too many cases where someone was holding a personal grudge against another and falsely accused that person of using magic, which has led me to killing the accuser and erasing the memory of the accused.

"How many reports has she given us that have turned out to be false?" I inquired.

"At least five," Chase answered as she looked at her computer.

"Any connections between them?" I asked.

"Surprisingly, yes," She answered.

"What are the connections?" I questioned.

"They were all either gay men or lesbians," She responded. I let out an irritated breath.

"And Mr. Gonzalez is...?" I asked.

"He's....oh yeah. We need to get rid of her," Chase replied. I hummed in response. Chase whipped out her phone.

"Hey. It's me," Chase greeted, "Go ahead and eradicate Marjory Smith." She hung up after that and I placed my guns in the back.

"This was a waste of my fucking time and gas," I growled.

"This time could've been spent at home binge watching Freaks and Geeks," She groaned. A straight face came over my features as I turned to look at Chase for a split second.

"Are you serious?" I deadpanned.

"Ummm....yes," She responded in a 'duh' tone of voice. With a roll of my eyes, I shook my head. As we were riding down the road, I spotted someone walking down the road with a dog by their side. It seemed a little weird to me that someone would be all dressed at this time of night just to walk a dog, but people have done weirder things. Chase unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed to the back.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Putting away the weapons in the back so we can give that girl a ride to wherever she's going," She answered.

"I'm not giving her a ride. We don't know if she's a crazy murderer," I said.

"Even if she was, we'd kill her in 0.2 seconds," She responded.

"That is true," I agreed. Chase finished putting away the weapons then climbed up to the front and I drove up to next to the woman. She looked at the van warily, which was a given. Chase rolled down the window.

"Hey. Do you need a ride to your destination?" Chase asked.

"No thank you," She answered. She calmed down her dog and kept on walking.

"I know it's a little nerve wrecking to see a van suddenly pull up, but it's kind of dangerous for you to be walking alone," Chase told her.

"Don't worry. I have a taser and pepper spray," The woman replied.

"Are you sure you don't need a ride?" Chase inquired.

"I'm positive, but thanks for the offer," She smiled politely.

"Alright," Chase said. She rolled her window back up.

"I guess we can be on our way," She sighed.

"What happened to wanting to give her a ride?" I asked as I drove off.

"She wasn't going to accept it either way. I can't blame her because we are in a van with no windows so she probably thought we were gonna kidnap her or something," She explained.

"You have to admit that two strangers in a van suddenly asking if you need a ride is a little weird," I said.

"I know, but my intentions were good," Chase replied.

"Well not everyone knows that," I added.

"I guess," She mumbled. I chuckled.

"Let's head back to headquarters so we can report to them about tonight," I said. Chase simply nodded.