The man known as Nia stepped out of the building a few minutes later, as he cooled his mouth.
He always wondered how her noodles burned his mouth.
Nia strolled on his way to fetch "something" from a nearby police station. She said something along the lines, "They will be expecting you."
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The group led by Capt. Lee marched forward. Seriousness plastered on their faces. No openings sighted.
They stopped in front of a sheeted building towering from below. Capt. Lee reached and banged against the eyesore of a building. Footsteps echoed from within as chains rattled; blinding lights from screens blinded them for a second.
"The hell!?" Jeremy grunted, rubbing his eyes.
"It's just light, Jeremy," Cass voiced.
"Hm," Jah said.
Capt. Lee was greeted by a figure whose posture denied gravity.
×××
Marek, along with Captain Smit, arrived onto V1 main port. The sight of other container carriers docked, waiting for the next shipment. Containers clustered the area, like how it always is.
"Back to normal, sir," Captain Smit said jolly.
Marek stares at the man before vanishing off.
With a loud sigh, Captain Smit walked along the rail before descending down and walked towards the group of sailors.
"That was a short vacation," one of them muttered from the crowd.
×××
Marek appeared a few miles ahead of the main port, as he stood there patiently waiting for someone.
A loud roar escaped from the distance as a black Porsche Cayman came speeding towards him. With a big figure in the passenger seat, suited up in a black tux and tinted glasses.
In a few minutes he arrived; smoke escaped the tires. With a quick click the door opened, revealing an all-white interior. Marek entered the back and the door shut. With a light glow from the front, the car reversed and took off.
"Sir, we have set up a board meeting and all members have been sent mandatory invites," the man said from the passenger seat.
Marek let a smirk out. "How?" he asked. Picking up a familiar scent, his eyebrows raised.
An immortal, a powerful one at that. Marek put his hand onto the driver's seat as smoke escaped.
"Who are you?" he asked, with the smell of burnt leather filling the car. Both parties unaffected by it, though.
"You forgot about me already?" The man smiled softly. With a quick nip to his neck, fabric slowly peeled off his face, revealing a darker-toned figure underneath.
Marek leaned back into his seat, with the sound of windows rolling down. The smoke instantly fighting its way to the front window.
As the smoke cleared, the man threw the fabric onto the passenger seat.
"Looks cheap," Marek voiced, annoyance lingering in his voice.
"But you couldn't tell," the man in front chuckled. Marek ignored his remark; he stares out the window.
"Well, I got your back before he comes back."
Marek from the corner of his eye noticed a smirk.
×××
Upon arriving at the police station, he was greeted by two police men who gestured for the man to follow them into the underground parking lot.
Multiple cars in blue and green with sirens on top laid still, stacked next to each other, making Nia question whether they purposely left the parking lot empty and brought each car they had here.
"You have something for me?" Nia asked as they continued walking towards the mirror-like glass which had a button barely visible to the human eye.
One of the officers placed their thumb. With a vibration, the mirror-like glass popped forward as the officer pulled onto it, revealing the station.
This time it was busy; everyone was doing something. The officers led Nia towards the man in charge's office. With a quick knock, a loud raspy voice answered.
The officers left as Nia opened the door, revealing a fairly bulky man behind a desk that matched the size of the man. Nia scanned the room, noticing a wide-screen TV which displayed camera footage from who knows where. The office was fairly clean with the smell of burning tobacco as he closed the door. "Good to see you, sir," the man said, taking a quick hit from his cigar as he ashed it. Nia took a seat, placing his feet onto the table.
"Who are you?" Nia asked, sinking into the chair.
"Direct descendant of Mclovin, the first cop recognized by many as well as admired for bringing peace to his section — which many thought would be impossible in V2." The man finished with a wide smirk on his face. Nia shrugged as a memory flashed of John Mclovin.
Last time he checked, he was still breathing and had no kids, Nia thought.
The man opened a drawer as he ashed his cigar. He pulled out a brown file with a wax seal, a symbol he didn't recognize. The man handed over the file.
"Was this what I'm supposed to collect?" Nia asked, tearing open the file. He pulled out papers as he skimmed through.
The documents contained information on some sort of makeshift gang with a few of its members confirmed, with its main having an X stamp.
"X?" he asked.
"Those marked by X are runaways escaping their sentences from the place they were born," the man said, taking a drag as he let a cloud of smoke out. Nia studied the X-marked document as it intrigued him.
"A few officers will go with you to not raise suspicion about a mysterious man killing an up-and-rising gang out of the blue. So we received instructions to clean up and damage control," the man voiced.
Nia took his feet off the desk as he stood up. He fixed himself as the man behind the desk extended his hand. Nia shook his hand as he wondered if they are capable of doing what this man is saying.
In V2, there's always eyes and ears.
×××
The figure gestured for them to come inside as chains rattled, enveloping the place in darkness — not before a line of yellow dim lights lit the hallway. "What can I do for you all?" the man asked rather softly.
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