[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams —> Outside the Police Station – Chicago, IL
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	I sit back in the comfortable seats of Caden’s car and wait for Nic to leave the police station. At least Caden had a taste for luxury items. This was the nicest car I had ever sat inside, and it wasn’t even his only car. I pull a mint out of my bag and fiddle with the package before popping it into my mouth. Caden chuckles next to me. It was a habit I had had for a long time now; he clearly still found it amusing.

	Finally, Nic walks out of the station, escorted by Detective Costa himself. [color=#006400]”Not the most incompetent detective I’ve had to work with,”[/color] Caden notes. I nod in agreement. Costa was a kind soul and was genuinely good. I felt bad sometimes when we had to inform him what exactly was attacking his town. Nic, however, looks less than pleased. He kicks a rock with his foot, and I see it heading right for Caden’s car. I mutter a word and flick my hand; the rock veers and hits the car in front of us instead. I know Caden. He would rip Nic a part if that rock hit this car. I muttered another word and cloaked our car.

	It was still visible, but it was a different colour with different markings. Hopefully Nic would just continue on so we could get into the station without him noticing.