[h3]Mac and Cheese[/h3]
“A simple no would have sufficed.” Mac grumbled bitterly.

He and Cheese stood outside the apartment building, it looked almost the same as those they saw around London; bleak, grey and made of concrete. Although it did seem more open to the elements than the ones they were used to which may have had something to do with the climate. The pair walked towards it.

“Guess we have no choice but to ask Tocsax.” Cheese slid on her gloves. “You did apologise for throwing that table at him I take it?” She knew he hadn’t, but she wanted to tease him.

Cheese wasn’t listening to Mac’s complaint about bringing minors into a battle, she understood where he was coming but if they proved useful they might as well fight. Her attention was more fixated on the chills dripping down her spine, she could feel magic pooling around her in swirls that gradually tensed and released like someone struggling to breathe. Something was coming. Something strange and wrong. Cheese didn’t like it. A short stab in her skull told her that Mac was in danger.

“You okay?” Mac had noticed her wince.

Cheese didn’t get a chance to answer. Mac had barely reached the doo when it opened to reveal their target Homura Akemi, with a gun. Mac swore very loudly and Cheese swiftly placed herself between them. Cheese very much wanted to disarm Homura but given what the file had said about time manipulation she doubted she’d have much of a chance. Cheese could sense magic coiled tightly within the shield she wore on her arm.

“Do we look like we were sent by that twisted little ass hat!” Mac spluttered in a justifiably panicked voice. He thought for a second with his computer screen head tilted to the side. “Actually, don’t answer that.”

[@Letter Bee]