Location: The Streets
Kyle had memorized several blocks surrounding the park. Where the alleys turn and end and which are divided only by a fence. He ran quickly through them as his goal was to put as much distance between himself and the park as possible. The organization was ruthlessly efficient. They cared little for bystanders and innocents that happened to cross their path. All that mattered to them was the extinction of The Touched and now Kyle was one of them. How they knew he hadn't the slightest idea. All that mattered now was that they did know and Kyle's choices were growing slimmer by the second.
He thought he had more time, truth be told. He knew he was manifesting powers, but why at the age of 33 were they happening now? Of course, he knew powers could manifest at any time from infancy to adulthood. Throughout his service he has seen many different types of powers manifest from the benign to the monstrous. He himself wielded a power that aided him in the hunting of the Touched. An irony he was well aware of, perhaps that is why the organization caught on to him. Regardless of all of that, this was the predicament he was in.
How the hell are you going to get out of this one? He thought to himself as he slowed his run, approaching a main street. He placed his back against one of the buildings and edged slowly closer to the corner of the building. They were about three blocks away from the park now but that did not mean they were safe. Peering around the corner he saw that it was, for the most part, deserted. Everyone had was gone. Hiding or asleep in their beds. People knew what it meant when the organization was whipping through the streets. It wasn't a secret.
The woman said to go where the 'Pale Man Dresses'. To most that would seem incomprehensible, but he knew from a few years ago there was a rumor about a Touched called The Pale Man. He became a bit of a folk hero to those with powers. He was said to embody the most powerful of abilities and was incredibly pale. Unbelievably charismatic, he was a natural leader. Almost like a vampire, some said. There was a secret head shop that dealt with the more taboo and occult things in the city. In the front it was a clothing store like any other but those that had the access were allowed into the basement. He could only hope that this was the place that the woman meant.
Location: Pale Dress Clothing Store
He heard Anastasia talk, but he didn't pay much attention to her. In fact, her speaking at all soured his demeanor. He would deal with it in time, he thought, as he sprinted across the street whilst keeping his profile low. Suddenly a shot rang out. It was faint, but he knew the direction it came from. He only saw one other person in the park and that was the homeless man that was near where the two women sat. No doubt the operatives didn't find his ramblings useful and shot the poor bastard.
It wasn't long before they arrived at the side entrance to the store. Kyle tried turning the doorknob but found it locked. Cursing under his breath he looked to his right and left, satisfied there was no one else there. He focused on the handle his hand quivering as whatever essence spilled forth from his being. The latch sprang and the spring within snapped under the pressure. The door flew open only to be caught still as Kyle rose his hand to defy physics.
"Inside." he said. He wasn't sure if the woman was following him but as he stepped inside, he waited a second before closing the door. The story was empty and all the lights were off but he made it a point to move as slowly as possible. He didn't want any wanderers spotting him from the outside as he perused the selection of wares. He picked out a nice woolen gray trench coat and a skullcap. Taking off his hoodie, he put on the other cloths, placing his pistol into the right pocket of the coat.
"My name is Kyle, he finally said,
What is yours?" He began his search for the basement.
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