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Life can be completely twisted in just a few moments. But even with that, we must continue on our way.

 

Headquarters of G.U.N: February 4, 5:00 p.m.


Bolt came running in the headquarters, followed by Jack who although he could not keep up with the race (almost flying) of Bolt, as a lance of G.U.N had a pride to maintain. All the senior agents were running from one place to another, without having clear information about the situation. All that was known for now is that an unknown man had entered Elsa's apartment, somehow blocking Hannah's phone and cutting off all means of visual communication with the agents who were watching at that moment.


"WHERE IS THE CHIEF?" Bolt grabbed the closest agent that happened by his side of the neck of the shirt, completely hysterical.


"Bolty quiet, we do not achieve anything by catching the first one you see!" Jack grabbed Bolt's arms, forcing him to release the agent who after a brief apology went his way.


"HOW ARE I GOING TO BE QUIET? WE HAVE AVOIDED 11 KIDNAPPERS, 5 MURDER ATTEMPTS AND 2 ATTEMPTS! AND NOW THEY SAY AN UNIDENTIFIED MAN HAS ACHIEVED UP TO HANNAH AND RUN WITHOUT ANYONE HAVING TRAPPED HIM! HE COULD HAVE MURDERED HIM!" Bolt could not finish the sentence, before Jack slapped him. "....Thank you"


"You're welcome, now that you're calm, we'll see the situation to the camera of the spears" Jack grabbed her arm and pulled her while two agents approached them, giving them some reports of the situation (too short, for Bolt's taste and concern)

The hall of the spear (name chosen by the chief) was on top of the building of G.U.N. The room, surrounded by windows to offer the highest visibility of Bahia (again the chief's idea), contained the 10 dispatches of the members of the spears and the round table, presided over by the chief's chair. In the end, the chief's taste turned a normal last floor into a kind of meeting room worthy of an fantasy empire.


Melody, G.U.N's spear in charge of Hannah's daytime surveillance, was sitting in her chair, being consoled by the Chief's secretary, Dylan.
"How could it have happened ... I've guarded it 12 hours a day for the last 15 years! I had never missed anyone unknown ... and less escaped in my damn face ..." The cupid fell on the table , completely sunk in misery.


"Relax Mel, it cannt be that man has avoided all surveillance cameras. We will find an image of him and we will search and capture him. We are the spears of GUN! Nobody walks in Bahia without us having them controlled" Dylan always tried to lift the encouragement of the people around him. The Brazilian was not only chosen for his qualities as administrator. (Although the chief insisted that she had only chosen him because of his accent)


"Then is it true? There is no image of the unknown?" Bolt approached the couple, not bothering to hide the irritation in his voice.


"Correct agent Bolt, we have half GUN and all service lances looking for him around Hyperion and the perimeter of Bahia, plus we have mobilized the police to set up roadblocks for all exits" while Dylan spoke, Bolt sat in the seat next to Melody, resting his head on one hand and sighing in frustration.

"And who is in charge of Hannah right now?" Jack walked towards the coffee machine, looking through the table screens at the position of Hannah and the agents.


"We have asked the police to keep it under control while this emergency device continues."


"It was all my fault ... I should have approached when I saw Hannah open the door" Melody was normally a lively girl, but she had a bad habit of wallowing in her mistakes and blaming herself for everything.


"And what's the use of crying now? You're a lance from G.U.N, crying is not an option" Jack was trying to joke to raise his spirits, but the looks of Dylan and Bolt made him fall back as he returned to the table. "Dylan, the last time I checked, you were not a spear, what are you doing in my chair?"


"Sorry Agent Jack ..." Dylan got up quickly and stayed behind Melody, while Jack dropped into his chair, muttering something about how hot he was. "You should not be so relaxed Agent Jack, the situation is critical."


"So critical will not be if the chief has not yet appeared, and if they are already looking for him everywhere, what good is it that we are tense here?" Jack pulled back and took advantage of the fact that the chief was not there to put her feet on the table. "What worries me about this whole thing is not the magical disappearance of the stranger."


"What do you mean, Jack? A man disappearing out of nowhere is the least worrying, but when he has managed to get to Hannah" Bolt did not understand Jack's mind, but ignore something like a disappearance from nothing? That is above what one would expect from Jack.

"We have the most advanced surveillance technology on this side of Sylicon Valley, which has been able to overcome it and block any information of his meeting with Hannah is the least curious" Jack kept typing and pass screens on his smartphone, as one would expect from the computer expert of the spears.


"And if we asked Hannah what they talked?, we can get it out using Veronica." Desperate Melody was 100% more idiotic than normal, and a normal melody was already too good for the position she held.


"And load up our position next to Hannah, we could go and say "Hey Hannah, we've been keeping vigil since you were one year old! What do you think? " Please melody, think things over a bit ..."


"Sorry Jack ..."


"Do not go over with Mel Agent Jack, she hasnt done anything like that-" Dylan was cut off by Jack getting up suddenly and walking to the chief's computer.


"Mr. Secretary, I advise you not to engage in a conversation between spears."


"I'll get where I want! You have something to say about defending my friend?" Dylan, though normally quiet, was not going to let Jack walk on him like that.


"ENOUGH BOTH" Bolt released a light discharge to the ceiling so that the lights would turn off and on quickly. "Jack what are you looking at?"


"Elsa's computer has a microphone, and it was turned on with a special battery so that it does not go out even if the light goes out to avoid losing any work. I do not think I've caught anything from the conversation, but to try it, you dont lose nothing."


"Good idea, Dylan do you think you could call the mayor and get a permit to access Elsa's computer?" Bolt stroked Melody's neck as she walked towards Jack and Dylan.


"I can try to call him, and if he does not pick him up, I'll call Veronica for her to contact.


"Very well, thank you very much dylan" After giving him a light hug, he stood next to Jack without understanding very well everything he was writing. "Are you going to do it now, without waiting for the judge's permission?"


"All the time that we save ourselves-" The lights of the entire building went suddenly, and judging from the street lights, it seemed a general shutdown. "GREAT! FOR THAT I ALWAYS INSIST TO HAVE A SECONDARY GENERATOR LIKE THE HOSPITALS!"

"You've lost a lot of what you're doing?"


"Only a few first lines of code ... you can call to see how long it will take to turn on the electricity, or better! Generate electricity and turn on the computer! You're a Thunderbird for something!"


"I do not know how much exact voltage the battery needs from the boss's computer, and breaking it is not an option." Bolt sighed as he sat at the table.


"Damn it ... so why being an extrahuman if you cannt do cool things like giving electricity to a computer?"


"I can fly at high speeds and generate shocks like to knock down an elephant."


"There are no elephants around, and flying does not help at this time, so I win the conversation." Jack downed the rest of the coffee and grimaced in disgust. "As always, this machine does not distinguish between coffee with milk or coffee alone, we are spears but we live as if we were like...something.

 

???


Work distracts me ... but the pain I feel when I know you've returned and you do not come with me ... it's like a stab after ...


"Clay! React! It's called surveillance for something!" Will insists I do my job well ... but without you this city does not mean anything ... "Look, we have to watch over a baby after such a long shift ... The boss has no compassion!" I do not deserve it ... someone who fails those who care most deserves a fate worse than death.


"Work is work ... and better this than going back to my apartment ..."


"Clay dude ... I understand what you're going through ... but killing you to work is not going to fix anything" DO NOT UNDERSTAND IT! NO ONE CAN UNDERSTAND IT! "THE STREET THE STREET! LOOK AT THE STREET"


I had to pull handbrake to avoid running over stray dogs ... they seem undernourished... maybe I should not have stopped...


"Clay dude, do you want me to drive? Maybe you need to take a short nap" I can feel the fear in his voice ... I would also have it if I were next to a monster like me ... "Look, that's the house we have to watch, the girl will come at one time or another "


It does not matter when it arrives... someday it would also go like you... and I would be alone again... it's my destiny to be a coward... Jane... JANE!!


"JANE! JANE YOU HAVE RETURNED!" I need to get out of the car!


"I think it's called Hannah, not Ja-" I can not let him talk anymore, I'll scare Jane away.

 

Home of the Reyes family: 5:30 p.m.


Hannah walked thinking, not paying too much attention to the neighbor's children, laughing at her.


"Maybe I should have waited a little longer ... But I have to do my homework for tomorrow ... and if elsa gets upset? I've closed the door hard, but it might come at home ... nah ... it's a luxury building, there are guards and all those things. " Hannah stopped short when she saw a police car at the end of the street. "Oh god ... and if something has happened?"


The growing fear in Hannah was triggered when a shot was heard from inside the car. A police officer came out of the driver's seat, his arm slightly smeared with blood and walked slowly towards Hannah. Although she didnt want to do anything but flee, but the agent's pistol, however small, made her completely immobile.


"Jane ... finally ... dad has missed you so much ..." The agent approached Hannah crying and trembling slightly.


"I ... I ... my name is ... Ha ... hannah" Hannah was more frightened when her mother opened the door of the house, alerted by the noise. "Mo ... mommy ..."


The agent turned to the house and shot twice on the ground. "GO AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER! GO IN THE HOUSE OF A FUCKING TIME"


"Mo ... mommy ... do what he says ..." Juddit tried to answer, but a third shot hit her in the leg, knocking her to the ground. "MOM!!!"


"So learn to obey the authority ..." The agent walked back to Hannah, reaching his side and stroking his leg. "Look how much you've grown Jane ... Mom has also come back? ..."


"Sir ... do not hurt me ... please ..." Hannah fell on her knees, crying to tears alive and with her hands up.

"Quiet! Daddy would never hurt you ... Daddy will protect you this time, you and mom ..." The agent hugged Hannah, staining her neck with blood. "But for now we can not stay here ... get in the car, I'm going to pick up that bastard and put her in the car. I cannt leave witnesses to accuse me with wrong things."

"That's my mother, sir ... do not hurt her anymore ..." Hannah continued crying as she entered, shrunken as she could in the police car.


"This bastard will never be your mother." The agent threw Juddit unconscious in the passenger seat, over the agent also wounded and put the belt so they did not move during the trip. "But quiet my dear Jane ... Daddy will find Mommy, and we will be together again ... this time I can protect you ..."


The agent closed the door where Hannah had entered, and leaned on the car while looking at his cell phone, looking for a safe place to hide Jane while the roadblock of G.U.N was still operational.


"I also need to find a route without traffic cameras, those two bastards are too suspicious..." As he said it, the lights of all the surrounding houses suddenly went out. "A power outage... I'm finally lucky again! You see Jane... This time it will be so different! God allows us to come together again!"


At last Clay's life came back to work.

Chapter End Notes:

As I promised you here is the action and the descriptions! I hope that this episode is so atypical (But not uncommon in the future) you like it!

And thanks as always for all the readings! See you tomorrow!

Agent Bolt:


-Height: 4 feet and 5 inches


-Appearance physical (also worth as the great majority of the extrahuman Harpy): As harpy, Bolt is completely flat, both in front and behind. The arms of an arpia are formed by a large membrane of skin covered with feathers that allows them to take flight thanks to the prodigious strength of their arms and legs, and next to a natural domain of the air, moving at great speeds during the flight. Her hands end in a light grip, with a lateral thumb that allows them to manipulate objects easily. His legs, on the other hand, do not conserve anything of humans, ending in a bird's claw with enough force to tear a wooden door or to carry a human not excessively heavy. Bolt has electric blue hair, as is usual between the harpy variant "thunderbird", its feathers take a darker shade of blue, except during storms (Its natural environment) that shine in an intense white.


-Personality: At 33, Bolt has been working in GUN all his life, entering directly into the spears (unusual thing), which has distorted his personality of the rebellious girl who was in the institute to an agent of law and order well educated. Bolt is usually one of the two voices of command in the meetings of the spears with Dylan, with whom she maintains a close friendship (and maybe something else). Her biggest weakness is her relationship with Hannah, who after so many years watching and taking care of her, has gone from being her protege to thinking of her as a little sister, making any decision about Hannah as something personal.


-Extras: It may seem the opposite to be Jack's partner, and allow all his jokes and comments out of place. But she has never liked him. Nobody likes Jack.

 

Christopher:


-Height: 5 feet 9 inches


-Complexion physics: Chris is what he considers a standard American youth, without becoming too fat or too thin, with light brown hair and brown eyes. The only thing that really makes Chris stand out is his taste for fashion, being the latest fashion at all times. Elegant clothes? tank tops? surfer pants? flips flops? Chris has everything and more.


-Personality: Chris before meeting Elsa was an elegant young man, good with women and support for his friends and still is! As long as Elsa is not in the middle.


From the moment they both met, Chris has had to act as Elsa's safety net and in each of his approved idiot plans. Plans without meaning, with objectives with even less sense if possible. Elsa does not have many friends, so Chris tries to be his wild card (and prevent Elsa from being killed). How are they still friends today? There are some questions that have no answer. and better not have it.


-Extras: Chris has won a total of 12,000 dollars over the years from elsa. Which have all gone to pay their college expenses and photography studies.

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