Mila
Alice bit her lip. "Not the police. It's too public." She hadn't asked in a long time. She wasn't sure if he'd be willing.
Alice bit her lip. "Not the police. It's too public." She hadn't asked in a long time. She wasn't sure if he'd be willing.
"Well who?" Evera asked desperately. "We can't do this alone."
Alice groaned. "I know someone who can help." She stationed herself behind Eve and pushed her along and out of the door. "You have the phone and the room number?"
"Y-yeah. Who are you talking about?" Evera demanded, trying to keep up with Alice's frantic pace.
"…an old friend." The girls exited the hospital and raced past 2 blocks until they stopped at an adorable little house, with a flowering garden and freshly painted window frames. Alice gingerly walked up the few steps and knocked. The door took a few minutes to open. The man's face fell when he saw her.
"Allie." he breathed raggedly. "What do you want this time?"
Evera glanced between the two. There was definitely history between them. The tension was so thick, she could cut it with a knife. She wanted to say something, but swallowed hard instead. She wasn't sure what to say.
“Officer,” Xavier said as he walked up to a police that was looking at a file, “have you found any evidence about where the criminal what shooting from?””
Alice tucked her hair and looked up at Lukas. "She needs a favour," Alice said, nodding her head at Evera. "A loved one to be found." She discreetly motioned to Evera to introduce.
"R-right," Evera managed. "Um, Dr. Evera Chung. I'm looking for someone named Riley Thomas. She was shot and then stolen from her hospital bed." Tears swelled in her eyes again, but she blinked them back. "Can you help me?"
Jacob stared at the girl with tears in her eyes. "Dr. Chung, follow me," he said. He then pointed at Alice. "You. Stay in the living room."
"O-okay." Evera followed him, locking eyes with Alice one last time before they left the room. Who was this guy? She wanted to ask, but honestly, she was intimidated.
Alice shrugged and closed the door behind her. In a completely familiar movement, she reached to the left and switched on the lights.
***
Lukas put a hand on Dr. Chung's arm. "Lukas Schuyler."
"Mr. Schuyler, uh, nice to meet you," Evera said, trying to smile.
He nodded dryly at her. They got to the end of the hallway and he pushed open the last door. It swung open onto a dark room filled with screens and files. "Roanne Thomas, was it?"
"Err, Riley Thomas," she corrected gently, resisting the urge to just agree with everything he said. "What…is all this?"
"Yes, Riley, of course." He sat at the nearest computer. "This is my workshop of sorts." In seven clicks, he had already pulled up a profile of a completely unfamiliar face. "This the one?" he asked distractedly.
Evera's breath caught in her throat. Riley's full smile shone at her, her dark eyes twinkling. "That's her," she said faintly.
He turned to look at Dr. Chung, eyes narrowed. It had been a long time he had heard love like that in a voice. "Very well," he murmured. He turned back to the screen and clicked on the profile.
Evera waited anxiously, her hands wringing as Lukas clicked on the profile. "Well?" She asked.
"Alive, but no tracker." He minimized hers and looked through recent criminal activity. "There a few recently active organizations that capture weaker people…"
"Wait." Evera took a deep breath. "I have…abilities. And I stumbled on this crime organization that might target people like me. They might be using Riley to…get to me."
"Well, that certainly helps us. Do you know the organization name?" He turned around dramatically on his chair.
"No." Evera's shoulders deflated. "I don't know much of anything."
"OK. No worries. This is routine for me." He turned to the screen and clicked away, going through names and faces until he came across a certain one.
She saw his change of expression. Scanning the screen, all she saw were unrecognizable faces and names. "Did you find something?"
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