Town’s square was absolutely crawled full with tourists, protesters and photographers. We all had to change our clothes to fit in the crowd. Chad put our plane in the stealth mode, hovering above us, enjoying his time singing his lungs out while we had to search for the mystery person.
We divided in groups of two and stopped on the ledge where we could see the crowd moving to the rally point where prominent speaker gave motivational speech. Using my eyes as a normal person, I had no luck finding the Photographer, but that’s why we had a powerful horizon chaser Alyana.
– Are you ready? – I asked Alyana and she nodded.
Her eyes almost flipped backwards as she entered the horizon and started searching for one person we needed. Our Master Chaser Ray had power to zoom images and follow the movement on Earth, monitor this piece of rock from the distance and track us, but she couldn’t went into details as Alyana could. To her, this action was like a 3D picture where everyone was a statue and she could run in her mind and see their faces, see their thoughts and find out their secrets, while Ray could follow a signal to its origin and access the gadget that sent them.
– We got company. – Alyana said.
– Where? – I asked with one eyebrow broken, when she twisted her head and cramped her lips to a line.
– Two men among the pillars of a bank. A woman near the fountain. They are so many. Oh, my God, they are looking for the Photographer too. – Alyana pulled back to her normal and gave a long gaze at the clamoring mass that oozed right.
In a slow walk, Matt was flanking the group of agents that waited commands. Sofia, at her usual, moved like a cat in a coat that followed her waist line and complemented the red lips on a slightly pale face she got from training in numerous temples.
– They saw through you. Radio scramble is on. Watch out for guns. – Ray warned us when a bearded agent grinned at me and pulled out a gun.
With a grunt, Sofia launched a blade at the man and sliced his had, but gun pivoted down and fired a shot. The crowd begun screaming, shouting and running to sides. Something froze the police officers and left them motionless.
– They got a gifted one! – I screamed and saw a tattooed man that moved his fingers in front of his eyes, – Don’t let him get in the horizon, or we are all dead! – I pulled my gun, when sniper shots started echoing in the air.
Dee Kay chased horizon through his scope, took on targets with arms and pushed them inside the bank hall. Agents were taking cover, returned fire and used civilians as shields to protect themselve. One after another they were trying to reach the door where Dee Kay wanted them to do, but not as easily as they hoped too.
– Let me at them. – Sofia murmured, her daggers whistling in the air combating the gunfire sounds.
– No. We don’t need a bloodbath. Just take them inside the lobby. – I said taking cover at the fountain, – Alyana, where is a Photographer?!
– Still looking. Their gifted is jamming my sight. – the Alyana‘s cry was enough to give permission to Sofia to slide down to their gifted under Dee Kay‘s protection, rise up to her feet and look the tattooed man in the face.
– What the hell are you? – the man asked her, seeing she is not responding to any of his mental attacks.
– Some call me Sofia, true name Death. – words startled the man, then before he could see a buzz pinched him where blood started gushing from his neck.
Other agents pulled back in the lobby, their guns constantly firing at us. They used pause to reload their weapons and find a plan to get out. Civilians screamed and cried, then Matt walked out from the corner.
In a move, he persuaded the gunmen to lower their guns and civilians stopped crying. Out of nowhere, gunfire broke loose and dropped the assailants on the floor. Roy came from behind the Matt, machine gun knocked over his shoulder, a grin under the sunglasses.
– I just lightened your task. – Roy waved his hand about not even trying to get serious.
Speaking of action.