Phantasos
At this time, atop the building of New Hope International Academy stood Phan, looking down on the intersection between the NYPD building and Liquor Luxury. Overlooking the squad of enemies below, who were asking checking the area of any mutant activities. There were 8 in total, or at least from what she saw. Two soldiers were patrolling the nearby neighborhood, three patrolling the intersection, two chatting in the street in front of the bar and one talking to an NYPD officer.
"Hmm. They look like they're trigger happy..." Phan wonders to herself. "Well, whatever. They're all sad virgins who play fucknite anyway."
Below, two soldiers were chatting from their posts on Spring Street. The street between NHIA and Liquor Liquor. The other soldiers were busy patrolling the other streets.
"So how's the family?"
"They're pretty good. My daughter just got engaged."
"Is that so? Congrats."
"Yeah. Thanks. How 'bout you?"
"My wife left me for a mutant when she was pregnant with what I thought was my baby but was actually the bastard's baby."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Dude, I'm so sor-"
"So. Where we dropping now boys?" Phan suddenly interrupts them out of nowhere, wearing a mask.
The two soldiers were taken aback, but they were prepared for situations like these. They whipped out their guns and aimed at Phan, who suddenly raised her hands as if she was shocked.
"Woah! Woah! Calm down fellas."
"State your name and business." One of the soldiers demanded.
"I have a bomb!"
"What?!"
"Just kidding. I'm a mutant." She smiles.
"Fuck, just shoot her!" The other soldier - who was panicking - shouted.
"Hey be gentl-"
Five shotgun rounds were shot, all aimed at Phan's stomach. She urked in pain, and the soldiers called for their squad members. Her body fell, and the two got closer to inspect it. A waterfall of blood was being formed in the hole of what used to be her stomach. Her mask was still on, but it was dead still.
The two soldiers looked at each other, using body language as if making a sound would wake the body back up. They nod to each other, and one of them reached out to grab the mask while the other made sure to cover for him.
"Hey, what the-..." The soldier that inspected her body started.
"What's wrong?"
"The mask, it won't budge."
"What?"
"It's like it's part of her body..."
But before the other soldier could question him further, the two heard their squad members shout at them. "HEY!!" They turned to the group, four soldiers and one NYPD officer made their way towards them.
"What's wrong?" Their squad leader demanded.
"Look at what we found."
"What is it?"
"It's right over he-"
The two soldiers looked back, and found themselves dumbfounded when they realize the body was gone.
"What the-"
"What is it, sergeant?"
"It was here, sir!"
Meanwhile, Phan snickers to herself as she silently enters Liquor Luxury through the back door.
"Heh, trigger-happy suckers." She smirks.
Entering the dark but alcohol-smelling building, Phan tries to look for the light switch, through the pitch black nothing. She used the walls to help her, and her memory too. The wall was fluffy, as thin, gray cotton surfaced the wall of the backroom. They felt rough on her hand, probably from all the alcohol she accidentally spills from time to time. Sometimes though, she does it on purpose just to irritate her boss. It's fun, and she always cleans up afterwords.
*Click!*
Ah, there it was.
The lights switched on, and revealed the halls of the back. It was creepy, since it's midnight and no one else is here. Of course it feels like an episode of American Horror Story, and what's worse is that she just recently binged the whole series the night before. But it's okay. Nothing is scarier for her than the laboratory.
Finally arriving at a door, she hesitantly opens it.
"I swear to god if Nat had the balls to dress up and scare me I won't hesitate to bomb this pla-"
Luckily, she saw Natalie simply standing in front of a table, with documents and maps scattered on the surface.
"Oh hey boss."
