“Hello Thaz, you’re looking vibrant as always. Long time, no see, which is a shame in regards to you.” Conor Veradé, a nineteen year old thug – though, as a member of the Agency, Thaz is not supposed to acknowledge this because of the arrangement – approached the Agent of twenty-one.

Uninterestedly, Thaz glanced over at the rascal and frowned. “Conor, I don’t normally have the urge to hit a colleague, but you seem to be an exception.”

The café, nearly empty when she first arrived, had began to fill up and tables were given away. Carefully, Balthazar observed the room’s occupants There was ayoung copuple kissing at a booth – seriously, public displays of affections makes [u]everyone[/u] uncomfortable – and a buisnesman talking loudly on his phone – [i]how rude[/i]. By the large window – Thaz had avoided those tables as a precaution – sat a blonde woman on her laptop, writing, and a group of teenagers goofing off. Any one of them could be an enemy, well, except for the six month old baby being toted around the café.

Just that moment, the door opened to allow two familiar faces belonging to a tall, tanned brunette woman and a gangly ginger man-child. Agent Genevieve was an expert in Fate and was considered the lucky charm amongst her co-workers. The amazon also possessed Law, Mentalism, and Otherness. Axel, on the other hand, was proficient in Life and Death, his two specialties with slight skill in Energy and Matter.

Axel marveled at a giant coffee cup by the door and inspected it with a freckled finger. Genevieve had to literally drag the absentminded twenty-four year old man by the collar. Axel made pathetic choking noises while clawing at her grip.

“You’re late.” Balthazar spat and Genevieve scratched her cheek sheepishly.

“Axel got sidetracked, sorry. It won’t happen again.” The brunette apologized.

“No, it won’t. After this mission, I’m kicking your ass to hell.” Thaz smirked, the only hint she was “joking”.

With greetings or lack thereof aside, Balthazar became all business and gave another run-down of the mission . “Look, there’s no need to overcomplicate things. There’s no need to get caught in details we know. When it comes down to it, there’s someone bad and we have to stop ‘em. Simple? Me think yes. Now, don’t screw this up, okay?”

With that, Balthazar finished and Axel, who thinks nothing through, piped in, “Aren’t you supposed to tell us you believe in us?”

Balthazar scanned the room one more time, not a hint of hilarity in her eyes. “No, then I’d be lying.”

Silence.

"You're a bitch."