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(Author's Note)

=Character thought=

"Human Speech"

'Telepathy between characters'

-Computer Writing, or on Screen Text-

{Pokemon Speech}

example: "Ni nine tai tails ninetails ine?" is what a human would hear.

{What do you mean you can't understand me?} is what other Pokemon, and certain humans would hear.

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* * * = Scene Change

// // = Major Scene/Time Change

Chapter 11:

A thick, low, grey cloud cover was hanging over the valley. The steady rain poured down, splashing up from the grass and onto the boots of two men as they faced off. Water was running down their already soaked cloths, dripping in large drops off the base of their coats.

One man was dressed in light brown cargo pants, an empty knife sheath hanging by the belt, and a jean-jacket that had a hoodie sewed into it. He was standing in a battle pose, a six inch blade held back-handed in his right and a three inch blade hanging loosely in his left. Dancing lightly on his heels, he kept his knives moving in slow circular patterns. The hood of his coat kept his face away from the rain, allowing his red-tinted eyes an almost unobstructed view of his opponent.

Standing three meters away, the second man stood, a knife held backhanded in his right fist, his left arm held at a slight angle by his side. His overcoat hung low around him, his eyes glowing blue in the grey light of day. The tall grass parted as he started moving to the side, slowly circling around.

The man with red eyes snarled suddenly, baring his fang-like teeth at the the one with blue eyes. With a sharp lunge, he swept his left hand back, swinging the blade in his right hand in a sharp slash. A clash of blades, and the sound of metal on metal rang out as the blue-eyed man countered, twisting his wrist to knock the blade away. Spinning around, the red-eyed man brought his other knife around, slashing at the blue-eyed man's arm with a battle roar.

The blue-eyed man let out his own shout, slamming his left wrist up to catch the incoming blade, knocking it away. With a sharp jab, he forced the red-eyed man to jump back, following in close as he continued to jab and slash. A sudden roundhouse kick from the red-eyed man forced the blue-eyed man to do a backflip to dodge it in time. Landing neatly a few meters away, he looked up as his coat fluttered down around him, and he stood up. At full height, he cracked his neck, and fell back into a battle pose.

Once again they faced each other, the brief clash having done nothing save move them closer to the edge of the tall grass. Neither spoke as they faced down again, slow blinks and even slower steps the only communication between them.

Breaking the silence, but still keeping wary, the red-eyed man spoke. "So, who is it that they sent to kill the infamous Blades?" He tightened his grip on the knives slightly, "I doubt that even the fools at the Agency would send a green agent against me." When the blue-eyed man did not respond, Blades scoffed. "Maybe they did, but no matter. You'll still die today." Not waiting another moment, he charged, arms held out behind him.

With another shout, the blue-eyed man swung his knife in front of him, parrying Blades' six inch knife. A sudden slash from the knife in Blades' left hand left a line of blood running down the blue-eyed man's arm, but he brought a knee up, forcing Blades to jump back to avoid being hit. Pursuing again, the blue-eyed man knocked away a thrust from Blades' left knife, grabbing his wrist, and caught his other blade with his own. With both arms locked, the two men glared at each other, arms tensing as they struggled to overpower the other.

Blades suddenly slammed his head forward, head-butting his opponent. As the blue-eyed man stumbled back for a moment, Blades did another roundhouse kick, catching him across the jaw. With a small flail of his arms, the man's knife went flying as he fell back, rolling backwards to avoid both of Blades' blades as they came down.

Out of the long grass now, the man sprung up, his overcoat fluttering around him, one knee on the ground as he stared down Blades. With steady steps, Blades slowly moved towards the man, knives in hand and ready, both being held backhanded. Baring his fang like teeth again, he crouched, ready to lunge.

Suddenly the man whipped out a palm-sized pistol from behind his back, bringing it to bear on Blades before he even had a chance to process what was happening. With wide eyes, he pulled the trigger twice, and two times the Walther P99 roared to life. Blades grunted, right arm falling to his side as he covered one of the wounds in his chest with his left hand.

Pulling it away he looked at the blood covered hand, the three inch blade slipping from his grasp. The rain splashed down onto his hand, whisking away much of the blood, and he fell to his knees, still staring at his hand in shock. Slipping out due to a loosening grip and the rain, the blade in his right hand fell to the ground, burying halfway into the wet soil.

Looking up, Blades cast his gaze onto the man, who was also on his knees, pistol still held out. The man's breathing was ragged, his eyes wide, and the pistol he held slowly tilted back, before coming free of his grasp altogether. Blades watched the pistol fall to the ground, its plastic design rapping slightly as the rain hit it.

Fixing his gaze on the man again, Blades slowly smiled. "I know that look," he said, gripping his side in pain, "that's the look of a man who's not killed before." Blades leaned forward, right arm bracing against the ground, "how the hell'd you get me, of all people for a first assignment?" He gave a small, bitter laugh, leaning back onto his knees again, still looking at the person who'd shot him.

The man gasped slightly, looking down at his hands in shock. Snapping his head up when he heard another laugh, interrupted by a cough, he gazed at Blades. Having reached a hand up, the knife fighter lightly tugged his hood down, revealing his face to the now slow rain. "It's something, isn't it? To watch as the life ebbs away from someone, knowing that you were the cause?"

A small gust of wind blew through the area, sending shivers down both of their spins. Another small chuckle left Blades, "Never been on the edge myself, but I'm guessing the lack of feeling in my legs is not just from the cold. Odd," he mused, turning his face to the sky, "never thought that dying would be this painless." Turning his face back to the man in the overcoat, he gave a slow exhale of breath, "Will I have the honor of knowing the man that killed me?"

With his jaw shaking, and every muscle of his body trembling, the man stuttered "J-Ja-Jayden...." he stopped speaking, just staring at Blades.

Another cough left Blades, and he nodded. "Jayden, good, strong name. I'm glad to know that there's someone with a soul in the Agency now." A weak smile left him, even as a fit of coughing overtook him, preventing him from speaking.

Out of the wood-line suddenly came charging a Sneasel, running at full speed towards Blades, crying out. {No! Blades!} Falling to her knees beside him, she carefully cradled his head in her arms, tears running down her face.

Blades smiled weakly, lifting a hand to brush a tear away, "My Violet, don't cry now. You should know better than most, all must pass in this world." His eyes slowly closed, his head leaning back into Violet's hands, "But for now, I think I'm going to sleep. That'd be nice." A last breath left him, his body going limp.

Slowly, Jayden stood up, hand groping for the pistol, his entire body shaking. Standing at full height, he continued to shake as he stumbled away. With the rain still coming down, Jayden made his way to the tree line, vanishing into the woods.

Still cradling the head of Blades, the Sneasel now started to cry, her tears mixing with the rain. {Why, why, why?} Still sitting, she slowly stroked him, wiping the rain away with each pass of her hand.

A voice suddenly called to her, making her look around, a snarl on her face. Standing over the body of Blades, she readied herself for battle, shouting {Show yourself!} A figure came out of the wood line, a Scyther. Growling, she braced herself, ready to leap. She saw the Scyther move his mouth, but heard nothing but a whispering echo. {Shut up!} She shouted, leaping with all her speed and strength.

As she came close though, the Scyther's arms grabbed her, not in a threatening manner though. Holding her down, the Scyther shouted at her, but all she heard were whispers. A darkness slowly enveloped the field, and as it closed in, Violet struggled even harder against the grip. Soon though, it enveloped her, taking her away........

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She was being shaken with enough force that the van was was shaking. Snapping her eyes open, the Weavile braced her arms, kicking at whoever was on top of her. A cry of pain helped wake her up as she rolled back, springing to her feet, and the Weavile shook her head hard to clear the last vestiges of sleep from her eyes.

A Scyther was standing there, lightly rubbing his jaw with the back of his bladed arm. {Damn, Violet, it was just a dream.} He said, cracking his neck as he turned his head to the side. {You awake now?} Violet nodded her head, still breathing heavily, and the Scyther sighed. {We're about to move out, and the crew was wondering if you wanted to ride in the RV with us.}

Slowly sitting down again, the Weavile closed her eyes, taking a few more calming breaths to slow her heartbeat down. After a few moments, she nodded, and standing up she grabbed a bag that was laying against the wall. Throwing it over her shoulder, she turned around to see the back open and the Scyther stepping out into the blowing snow. With a small grunt she stood up, hopping out the back as well, and into the blowing snow.

Two humans were standing to the side, hands in their pockets and hunched over to help block the wind. Violet just smiled at them, not bothered in the least by the freezing wind, being part ice herself. One of them looked at her, giving a small nod before bringing his hands up and blowing onto them, stamping his feet as well. Looking around, the night air hid much of the parking lot they were parked in, but she still saw the RV as the Scyther was stepping up into it.

As she walked towards it, she heard the two men crunch against the snow, and a bang as the rear of the van was shut behind them. Each step of her own lightly pressed agains the snow, her breath not visible because of her low body temperature. Reaching the RV, she went up the steps, reaching up to open the door.

Quickly stepping in so that only a little heat escaped, she could feel her body temperature rising to a still comfortable temperature. The Scyther was sitting at a booth, head leaning against a window as he watched the snow blow by. Glancing around the room, Violet saw another human sitting with a laptop in front of him, clacking away at the keyboard as he stared at the screen. Shifting her gaze again, she saw that one of the bedroom doors was open, and her curiosity got the better of her.

As she walked down the hall, she passed a tri-bunk area; a small step to get to the top bunk, a waist level bed, and one sunk into the ground about a foot. Pausing for a moment, she threw her bag into the lowest bunk, then continued into the open bedroom door. A huge grin broke out on her face, and she had to cover her face to keep from laughing.

A Mightyena was laying on the bed, his jaw discolored and slowly chewing, wincing in pain as he did. A Houndoom was sitting next to the bed, spitting into the trash bin next to him every few seconds, a little bit of blood coming out with each spit. Crossing her arms and leaning against the door frame, {You two have fun?} Violet said, giggling quietly.

The Houndoom spat again, bringing a paw to rub his cracked horn, {Shut up.} He tried growling, but it broke down into a whimper of pain, {That damned Lucario got the drop on us. Nothing more.} With that he dropped down, crossing his paws and resting his head on them, {She hit like a steel pipe.}

The Mightyena growled, still slowly chewing a berry. He tried to speak, but only mumbles came out, and he growled again as he ducked back into the bed.

Violet laughed quietly, using the back of her hand to cover her smile. Shaking her head, she turned out of the bedroom, stepping to the side as a man that looked like he was from the Middle East walked into the room, medicines in hand. {Hello Kirlia,} Violet said to the small psychic as the white clothed Pokemon walked behind the human, eyes glowing purple as a bag filled with berries and herbs floated behind her.

The Kirlia paused for a moment, doing a small curtsy. {Hello Violet,} she said, eyes still glowing, {I wish we could talk more, but those two need to be patched up.} Violet nodded, and the Kirlia smiled, quickly moving into the room. Softly setting the bag on the couch, a faint shimmer came over the door's handle, slowly pulling it closed.

Reaching a hand up to scratch her chin, the Weavile walked over to the table where the Scyther was still sitting, and hopped up across from him. He gave her a glance, blinking his oddly human like eyes a few times, he gave a slow nod. {I would rather of had you than those fools,} he said, with a scoff. {At least you don't, well} he laughed a little, {can't, think with what they do.}

Violet let a giggle escape her, before becoming serious. {How bad did it go?}

{Hmph,} the Scyther huffed, looking out the window again, {we almost had her. Then those two had a simple task, make sure that damned Lucario and the two mutts weren't in the wood line. But nooo, they had to go and engage them.} A deep sigh left him, and the bug shifted in the bench, propping his legs up on the table. {Now with this blizzard, no way in hell we're gonna find them tonight, or even in the next day or two.} Another, more contented sigh left him, and he closed his eyes. {Gonna grab some shut eye while I can.} Without anymore pageantry, a quiet snore left the Scyther, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

Sighing deeply, Violet slipped off the bench, heading towards the front rooms. Pushing open a door, she saw a Grovyle standing at the window in the room, looking out into the cold air. Her gaze shifted to the man sitting in the middle of the bed, and she waved a hand to help stir the air a little.

The young man, no more than twenty-four, was resting with his one knee in the air and his other leg flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a cigaret hanging in his mouth. His light brown hair was about chin-length, and while it wasn't messy, it was not perfect either. A three-day beard graced his chin, the hairs darkening his skin.

When the door opened, he picked up his head to see who it was, but dropped it back onto the bed when he saw it was just Violet, and resumed staring at the ceiling again. Working his mouth, he took a puff of his cigaret before reaching his right hand up, taking it between his trigger finger and thumb. Holding it away from him, he looked at it for a second before jabbing the half-smoked cigaret into the ash tray.

He brought both hands behind his head, intertwining his fingers as he shifted a little. "What'd ya want, Violet?" he asked, still looking at the bland ceiling.

Looking at the Grovyle, she let out a sigh. {Just wanted to say goodnight, Liam. I was wondering if....} she trailed off, and tried again, {What I meant was that if you....} She groaned to herself, looking towards the floorboards as she tried to speak. {Good night,} she said quickly, turning around exiting, leaving a slightly confused human watching after her.

Leaning up on his elbows, he looked at the Grovyle, "What was that about?"

The Grovyle smiled to himself, turning his gaze away from the door and back out to the blowing snow outside. A strong gust of wind forced its way into the room through the small separation between the window and the frame, making Liam shiver. With a quiet yawn, he turned towards the human, who was still propped up on his elbows, and shook his head, leaf bouncing slightly.

Groaning to himself, the human dropped back onto the bed, arms going out beside him. "Why can't I ever figure out what's going on?" He asked no one in particular, giving a deep sigh. "And o'course I can't speak your language, or understand it, so that sucks a little." Bringing a hand up to his face, he dragged it down his face, groaning again. "All this waiting is killing me! Bah," he said, flipping onto his side, dragging the blanket over him, "I'll just catch up on some shut eye." He reached out a hand, flicking the switch and plunging the room into a semi-darkness. "Liam, grab a bunk out there tonight, you need the sleep more than the rest of us."

Tucking his arm back under the blanket, the human shifted again, his boots sticking out from the bottom of the blanket. Breathing steadily, Liam waited a few more seconds before walking out, shutting the door softly behind him. With silent steps, he walked past the sleeping Scyther, stepping past him as far as he could in the space provided.

Getting to the bunks, a quick glance told him that Violet was already asleep in the bottom one, so he decided to take the top one. Taking ahold of the step provided, he did a small roll to get into the top bunk, closing the curtain to block out the light. Rolling onto his back, he stared at the ceiling, golden eyes blinking as he studied the faux-wood panels. Both of his green hands rested on his chest, his breathing deep and regular as he felt sleep slowly come over him.

Quietly whispering to himself, {Ray's right, I do need some sleep.} With that last bit, he rolled onto his side, facing the window that covered the whole of the wall of the bunk, watching the hypnotic snow as it blew. His eyes slowly drifted closed, even as he heard footsteps walk past his bunk, and the creak of the springs when they got into the one directly below him.

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The first thing Aura was aware of was the sound of wind blowing by her window, the cold glass pressing against her face. Sitting up slowly, bringing a paw to rub her numb face, Aura yawned, exposing her sharp teeth for a moment. Blinking sleepily, she looked at the dashboard clock, then back out to the early-morning sun.

Shifting her gaze further back, she saw the Irishman sitting, his hands moving slightly on the steering wheel as he drove. A large pothole made the car jump slightly, and Aura winced a bit as she went weightless for a heartbeat. The Irishman heard the small grunt, and turned his gaze to look at her for a moment before turning his eyes back to the road.

"Sleep good?" He asked, his accent thicker from lack of sleep. "We 'een driving for a while now. T'inking of stopping for breakfast." Sitting up straight, he arched his lower back slightly, grip on the steering wheel firm as he stretched. His eyes flirted down for a second, "Need some petrol too." Aura looked at him with a bit of confusion, and he glanced over at her. "Fuel, gasoline," he explained.

"oh," the Lucario said quietly, leaning back in her seat again. A sudden rustle from the backseat made her look over her shoulder, a smile gracing her muzzle when she saw a Mightyena sticking his head up from the covers. "Good morning, Spike," she said in a happy tone.

Spike grumbled a response, yawning deeply, his teeth shining in the early morning sun. Smacking his lips slightly, {How much longer until the safe house?}

The Irishman continued driving, thinking as he mentally figured it out. "Another hour or two, at least," he said with a deep sigh, eyes never leaving the road.

Spike groaned softly, trying to be careful not to wake the Houndoom next to him. {Well I don't know about you two, but the call of nature is starting to get to me.}

Aura giggled softly, and the Irishman sighed. "There's a small park 10 minutes down the road here, think ya can hold it?" Spike nodded, sitting upright in the backseat and looking at the window. The Irishman laughed, using the power-window button to roll down the back window for Spike. "That'll hold ya over," he said with another laugh.

With that, an amicable silence, save for the rushing wind from the open window, came over the truck. The long, slow bends in the wooded road served to lull Aura, once again, to the edge of sleep. Her head slowly bobbed back and forth as they continued down the road, eyes drooping closed of their own accord.

Her eyes closed without her realizing it, muzzle bumping down against her chest. The sudden deceleration of the Irishman touching the brakes made her jerk her head back up, head swinging around restlessly. A small pavilion came into view seconds after the Irishman turned down the small semi-paved road.

Pulling into a spot, the truck gave a small lurch as the breaks brought the vehicle to a complete stop. He threw the parking brake on, the truck rolling back a half-foot as he looked into the backseat. "Well, I say 'bout fifteen, twenty minutes, then back on the road." Looking forward again, he sighed, "C'mon, let's get this done. We won't be stopping till we get to our safe house."

With that, he opened the door, stepping out into the cold air. Following his example, Aura opened her door, jumping down into the knee high, for her, snow. The Irishman turned his head around for a second, scanning the woods with searching eyes. Leaning back into the still running truck for a moment, he reached under the steering well, feeling around. Bringing his hand back out, he slipped his revolver into his waistline, right at the small of his back, then flipping his coat so that it covered the pistol.

Closing his door behind him with a small slam, he opened the back door for Spike and Tina. When there was just enough room for him to slip through, the Mightyena dashed through the door, running off towards the wood line. Shaking his head, the Irishman opened the door the rest of the way, stepping to the side to allow Tina to step out.

With a rough shake of her fur, she walked off after Spike, moving briskly through the snow. Closing the door behind him, the Irishman paced off towards the pavilion, eyes still flirting around nervously. Hearing the soft crunch of snow, he looked over his shoulder at Aura. Giving her a small nod, both of them walked off to opposite sides of the pavilion, both entering a restroom.

The Irishman came back out first, ruffling his coat and closing it tight around himself. Still standing under the pavilion the Irishman continued to think as he watched the wind slowly blow the settled snow around. A few minutes later, Aura came out as well, shaking hard, settling her slightly ruffled fur.

With nods to each other, both started back towards the truck. Both of them were leaning against the black truck, waiting for Tina and Spike to get back from the woods. The sound of another vehicle coming down into the park made both of them look up, the Irishman tensing slightly, standing up straight.

Aura growled, using her power to speak to the Irishman 'I don't like the aura's I'm seeing. They are dark, corrupted.' A snarl formed on her muzzle, and she fell into a battle position 'But I would not go so far as to say they are evil...' The red truck pulled up, and a man got out of the driver's side, slamming his door shut. Out of the other side jumped a Lucario, stretching his back. 'But I have been wrong before.'

The other man looked at the Irishman and Aura, a wicked grin spreading over his face. "Well, well, well, looky what we have here Rain."

The Lucario laughed, throwing his head back. "Nice, just what we were looking for, isn't she." Both of them laughed again before focusing their attention of Aura and the Irishman. "How bout this, you come with me, baby, and I'll be gentle on ya," the Lucario gave Aura a sly wink as he finished talking.

The Irishman stepped forward a touch, just barely blocking Aura. "Now dere, no need for anything to be done," turning his head to the woodline, "Spike, Tina! Hurry your arses up!" The sound of snow crunching made him focus on the two newcomers though. With bent knees, he held up a hand, "I'd not recommend come'n closer."

Ignoring him, the other trainer held up a hand, and shouted "Get 'em Rain!"

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Sitting at a small table in the far corner of a coffee shop, a man dressed in a light-brown overcoat sipped from his cup occasionally. In front of him, on the table, were several papers scattered around. Giving a deep sigh, he leaned his head back, resting it against the wall, closing his eyes.

Just because his eyes were closed though, did not mean that he could no longer see. Focusing his power, he watched as the black lids of his eyes slowly faded away, the world taking on a blue tint, forms and figures taking shape. Watching the blue forms, Jayden continued to lean his head against the wall.

The ringing of the bell made him shift his view to the door, and he saw two figures, a man and a Gardevoir, walk into the coffee shop. The young man was stamping his feet slightly as he walked up to the counter. Jayden listened as the man started chatting with the young lady that was working the counter.

"Hey, Nicole," he said in a cheerful, but tired voice.

The woman leaned against the counter, her aura a light blue, "Well hey yourself, Travis. How was the first day on the job?" The young man, Travis, shrugged his shoulders, making a noncommittal grunt. Laughing, Nicole turned her head to the Gardevoir, asking "Well James? How was it?"

The Gardevoir gave a small chuckle, "As well as could be expected. We just barely made it on time."

"Yeah? Well, sounds like it coulda been bad," turning around, Nicole picked up two cups, and looked over her shoulder. "The usual?" Both James and Travis nodded, Nicole laughing again. "Alright, coming right up."

Jayden decided to open his eyes, and as he did so, the blue in them faded away slowly. When he saw exactly who the two at the counter were though, his eyes went wide for a moment. Leaning forward, Jayden quickly gathered his papers, slipping most of them into a bag that was sitting on the table. He heard slow footsteps, and a quick glance told him the Gardevoir was walking in his direction.

Jayden stood up causally, slipping the satchel over his shoulder, running his thumb along the length of the strap to untwist it. Taking his cup, he downed the last bit of coffee in it, letting it hang loosely in his hand as he started to walk away. The Gardevoir suddenly grabbed arm, making Jayden spin a bit faster then he meant to.

Smiling, the Gardevoir held up a folder in his hand, handing it to Jayden. "You should be a bit more careful with files. Could be embarrassing or bad if you forgot one," James then gave Jayden a sly wink, a smile still gracing his face. "You know, you seem familiar, have we met before?"

Jayden's muscles tensed, even as his face showed calm, even amusement. "Well, I have traveled the world, perhaps we met somewhere else?"

The Gardevoir shook his head, blinking his eyes slowly as he stared at Jayden. "Never been out of New England, and I am very good with faces. How long have you been in New York?"

Caught now, Jayden mentally screamed and cursed, but outwardly, he only gave a small laugh. "Been in New York for just about a week. Maybe we've run into each other somewhere?"

James laughed a little, the sound laced with amusement, "I guess we could have met somewhere else. Although," the Gardevoir started to study Jayden more intently, "I'd likely remember meeting someone as interesting as you."

Taking a half-step back, Jayden chuckled nervously, "Well what do ya mean by that?"

James chuckled again, bringing a hand up to push aside a stray bang that had fallen over his face. "I think you know. People like yourself aren't exactly common." The look of apprehension of Jayden's face must have been funny, as the Gardevoir started to laugh openly now. "Don't worry, I've no objections to what you are. On the contrary" Moving closer suddenly enough to make Jayden, who'd somehow allowed himself to be maneuvered into the wall, "I find someone like yourself fascinating. I'm sure that you would have some amazing tales to tell."

Jayden could feel something probing at his mind, and now it was his turn to smile. "You're good. Subtle," leaning in close to the Gardevoir, who's eyes were faintly glowing with power, "I almost didn't feel you try to establish a link." Suddenly, Jayden's own eyes briefly flashed with power, a faint glow that would have gone unnoticed, even by people watching the conversation.

Feeling the small probe retreat, both Jayden and James smiled at each other, a respect growing between them. Taking a step back, the Gardevoir straightened his flowing white robe, a small short exhale leaving him. "I like you. Perhaps we could do this again one day?"

Jayden smiled, pulling out a pen, and walking over to a table. Grabbing one of the napkins, Jayden scratched out a number on it. "This here's my number," finishing writing, he handed it to the Gardevoir, "I know I'd be happy to meet you again one day."

James smiled, slipping the napkin into his robe. "Indeed, always good to have friends." Holding one hand out, the other going to his waist, James gave a small bow. "I'm pleased to have met you, and have the chance to call you friend."

Inclining his own head, Jayden smiled, turning back to the door of the coffee shop. Stepping out, the small bell ringing as he opened the door, he did not even react to the sudden change in temperature. People were walking down the street, and Jayden gave a small thanks that it was still early afternoon.

Turning down the street, Jayden made his way down the sidewalk, stepping briskly through the cold air. The early afternoon sun was shining down on the street, reflecting off the little bit of snow that was on the ground.

With hands in his pockets, he faintly took in the fact that two people were following him. Walking block after block, crossing streets and turning corners, he grew more and more sure that it was not paranoia. Taking a glance, he suddenly turned down an alley. Pivoting on his foot, he watched as two figures entered the alley way as well, Jayden glaring at them. "Whatever you have planned, I'm gonna give you fair warning, it's not going to end well for you."

The two men, both of them with thick hoods covering their faces, turned to look at each other. Nodding, the one jammed a hand into his pocket, even as the other reached behind him, going for something at his waist. Jayden tensed as they did so, crouching lightly, hands flying out to battle positions.

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