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Private The Cost Of Being A Hero

Discussion in 'Pandopolis City' started by Max Reed, Jun 6, 2019.

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  1. Max Reed

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    Date: 11th July.

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    “I’m Max Reed. DoI.” He showed his work ID to the surly, uniformed gorilla on guard duty, who scowled at it a second or two longer than was necessary, before stepping out of the way.

    Reed strode inside the Bank of Silverpool, the ice cold air conditioning welcome after his walk down the humid street with the sun blazing on the back of his head. It was hot enough out there to cause the air to shimmer as though they were in the desert. His heavy, oversized trench coat didn’t help, but it was the only thing of his with pockets large enough to carry his possessions.

    Though it was the middle of the afternoon, he had to pause in the doorway to let his eyes adjust to the wince worthy bright lights. Law officials had rigged up a bunch of dazzling spotlights around the bank, no piece of evidence able to evade them. Cameras flashed like lightning every now and then, the whir and click of shutters barely piercing the solemn rumble of discussion.

    Chewing his tasteless gum absentmindedly, Reed shouldered a path through the compact crowds of robust men and women in pristine uniforms, trying not to jostle them too violently.

    After attracting a few glares and insults, he reached the body, catching a strong whiff of metal. The victim was a bald man with biceps as thick as tree trunks, his white t-shirt and blue jeans spattered in blood. He was sprawled face down against the smooth tiles of the bank, puncture marks in the back of his skull and torso. A puddle of congealing blood surrounded him.

    Darn. Reed huffed out a sympathetic sigh, his shoulders sagging with the effort. He’d been briefed on the incident at HQ. Somebody in one of those freaking “bio-suits” had held up the Bank of Silverpool. This guy had stepped in to try at being a hero, getting shot and stabbed to death by the bio-douchebag, before they’d run off with sacks bulging full of money.

    No disrespect to the bodybuilder at his feet, but sometimes it really wasn’t worth being a hero.
     
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    Toby was getting phone calls for Pandopolis PD frequently and somehow that translated to DoI getting in on her contract as well. Not that Toby was going to argue, she just felt like she was... gaining status far quicker than she normally would have liked. She couldn't help but wonder how much of this was because of her skills as an investigator or because she was Toby D. Either way, a job was a job, and Toby was still getting paid a premium amount to come in to do her thing.

    She had been given very little ahead of time. Just a place, a time, and a heads up she'd need to use her blood magic on a dead body again. That seemed to be her main request with cops or government officials. Pulling together details they didn't have to go scrounging around for. Having a name, a face, just an idea of exactly what had gone down helped a lot. More puzzle pieces right away meant their cases could get them solved quicker. Which also meant cops could move on to other cases, etc etc. Good deeds all around.

    She stepped out of her car. She had worn normal boots this time around, as well as a good pair of jeans and a decent shirt. Not as fancy as her first go round with a DoI agent but still decent enough. She was given a little visitor's badge with her name on it and whisked along until she was on scene of a... well, that looked like a bad way to go. Shot. Stabbed a bunch. Blood everywhere. Toby had certainly smelled that before she had seen it. Sharp, iron, human.

    Her eyes landed on who she'd be working with and his brilliant fucking mustache. A little bit of a smirk landed on Toby's face because she remembered those mustaches. They had been something during her hay day back home. Back... Maeve's tits that had been forever ago! She had been in her twenties then. Back when she had been with Devin and those sorts of mustaches had been on every other guy in San Francisco.

    "You Reed?" She had been given a name this time around. For that Toby was a little grateful. At least she wasn't walking in too blind. She stopped just in front of a pool of blood and looked down at a painful way to die. This was going to suck. "That had to hurt." There was a little roll of her shoulders. Toby had been stabbed, she had been shot, she had... been through countless deaths through her magic. What was one more?
     
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    He turned at the question, taking in the young woman next to him, a visitor’s badge pinned on her chest. She wasn’t a random stranger that had walked in off the street, which was good. He wished he could knock ten or fifteen years off forty. Maybe then he would’ve stood a fraction of a chance with someone this pretty. Right. And devils would start licking freaking popsicles in hell.

    “Max Reed. DoI,” he confirmed pleasantly, pausing to process her comment. He winced and let out a heavy, burdened sigh. “I know. Talk about overkill. Poor guy was trying to do the right thing. Call me a coward, but I’m glad I’m not the one who’s gotta break the news to his kids.”

    They were adults, according to the report, but the loss was still bound to scar them. Their mother was already dead. Natural causes perhaps. He didn’t know every single detail.

    God. It lifted a huge weight off his back, knowing that the police were going to deal with the family. He was no good at that kind of thing. It hadn’t been long ago that he’d had to tell Mizuki her father was dead… And look where that had got him. Chased by angry mobs, wielding giant fly swatters and cans of bug spray. Mizuki had been another one that had made him wish he could’ve knocked ten or fifteen years off forty. Shame about the possessive boyfriend.

    “Toby Daye the PI, right?” he asked, chewing his gum thoughtfully. “The police were singing your praises back at HQ. You really use magic to catch perps? Damn. That’s cool.”
     
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    Call me a coward. Toby's eyebrows rose slightly. "There's standing up and there's being stupid." Unless there was a piece Toby was missing, money was never something to lose your life over. But if these powered suit idiots had been threatening someone's life? Well, that meant he really was a hero. At least to Toby. There was a balance and a difference. Even though she was basically rolling in money now, Toby just... if she lost it all tomorrow it'd be annoying but her life wouldn't end.

    "Yeah, that's me." Toby answered before Reed went on to say a bit more. HQ singing her praises? "It's just how it is back home." There was a slight shrug because that was her truth. Never mind there weren't cops and Toby hadn't been that good at this shit until she came to Pandora. Hell, she hadn't known over half what she did now! Thanks, everyone. Sixty years of lies. More than enough to make someone bitter over it.

    But she knew that this was going to get weird, creepy, and ugly to a lot of people, fast. "Hey, Shawn?" She had passed someone she had known from before. "Can you get me a coffee, extra large? And anyone squeamish should get gone." Reed didn't have a choice but that was a con of being lead with Daye. She was brought in to do weird shit and her blood magic was nothing to laugh at.

    "On it!" She had picked Shawn out because he was one squeamish cop. Why, Toby didn't know, but she had gotten use to all of this shit by this stage. "So cool it may be but it's gross as fuck. Don't pass out on me or anything, okay?" Or freak out. Or yell. Or start calling her a witch or a bitch or some sort of combination. There was a bit of a tight lipped smile before Toby called out to another cop. "We get pictures of all of this? Can I do th--" Someone shouted yes from around a corner somewhere and Toby rolled her shoulders before explain. "So I can walk you through his memories. What was happening, how many, what they did, what he saw or heard exactly up until his death." As long as he wasn't also having flash backs about traumatic events in his life while he was dying.

    She pulled a small utility knife off her belt and crouched down next to dead dude. Looking up at Reed for a second and waiting for him to give her an all clear to go forward before she did anything else.
     
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    “I don’t get squeamish easily,” he said, subconsciously roughening up his voice in a hardened and world weary CIA agent way. “I’ve seen a heck of a lot in my line of work.”

    He remembered a case he’d worked where a number of American tourists had gone missing in Budapest. Their body parts had turned up at a camp, casually mixed in with cans of Sterno and pork ‘n’ beans. Some of the flesh had been pitted in nibble marks. Other pieces hadn’t been preserved properly and had started to darken, the greasy, corrupted stink of decay invading nostrils and threatening to strangle stomachs. Fat maggots had clung to discolored wounds.

    His fateful case at the Chronos Corporation had been more weird than grisly. He’d nonetheless witnessed somebody melt down into gloop, as well as a bunch of disturbing looking monsters suffer blunt head trauma. And of course there’d been his own unpleasant transformation. Legs splitting in two. Fleshy quivering things forcing their way out of his mouth.

    Yep. He wasn’t the squeamish kind.

    The PI crouched down beside the mutilated body, holding a small knife and looking at him expectantly. He creased his eyebrows, both cautious and curious about what was going to happen next. Was she gonna perform a spell? How was cutting the poor guy gonna help them relive the event? Hadn’t he been cut enough today? Reed didn’t voice any of those questions aloud, knowing when it was best to ask, or keep his freaking mouth shut and just watch.

    “Give me a second,” he said, strolling over to the bank’s nearest trash can. He fished a tissue out of his pocket, spat his horrible tasteless gum on to it and tossed it in the trash.

    Reed sauntered back over to Toby, pulling out a fresh piece of gum. It was either that or a cancer stick, but there were strict rules against lighting up in a public building. He had to have something to occupy his mouth when he was thinking hard about an investigation.

    “Ready,” he told her around his gum. ​
     
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    A lot of people had just vanished from their space. Body in front of her, Toby gave Reed his time to swap gum and make his call. There was a shrug of her shoulders when he finally got into place and told her to go. Toby knew he wouldn't know what to expect but she wasn't cutting into their victim. Instead Toby dipped her blade in Mr. Do Good's blood. Just a touch, just a bit, but she could already tell about how long he had been dead from how that blood looked. How it stuck onto her blade, other details like that. She had really been dealing with blood her entire life.

    Because what she did was damn useful. Not wanting to be stuck crouching, Toby popped right back up to standing and then without waiting for any other say so, popped her blade into her mouth. Off came his blood and her eyes completely zoned out. Stuck like a statue, Toby froze, but her mind fell back into how their man had died.

    There was fear in there but also a need to do something. A need to be someone? Not quite, but he wanted... what he wanted was more senses of emotion than thought. Just a need to stand up. A need to stop what was happening. They were going to hurt someone and most times, people just needed to have someone stand up to them. Toby understood how this was going to be fatal for him, but his thoughts kept racing through. Along with his name. Some other details that seemed important to his mind in flashes even as he yelled out to whoever was robbing--

    They came into view. A big odd looking guy. A suit. Like a space suit but not quite Not that Toby had time to process it all because that was when one violent death began. There was strength behind those blows and knives always felt so oddly sharp against flesh. Deeper cuts made your body numb for a flash of shock, only to be followed by that searing pain as air hit what normally didn't and then... well, then everything was white hot, depending on how deep it went. Depending on how much you bled.

    Toby came to with a deep breath, instinct popping that knife right back out her mouth. Not that it would have done much damage with her aura, but it was a practiced move that suggested she had done this a number of times before. Because her system always ran through every bit of pain she saw. She felt it, as if she had been dying, and then her body was snapped back into reality. "His name's Roger. Works as security at a night club. There were only a couple of them that he saw but they were all in these weird ass suits. Like space suits but... not. All uniform in color and shape, sized similar too." Toby was just getting to work. Rattling off everything important in her first sweep before picking apart details.

    If she found other blood she could pick up other pieces but for now, she was just concentrating on details needed instead of any pain her system was trying to process. It wouldn't hurt too badly. It wouldn't rate on her scale, but it was still a phantom pain that wracked her system. Trying to fight against her flesh thinking it had been split. Happened every goddamn time.
     
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    He was pleasantly surprised when Toby didn't cut the guy, although alarm spiked through him when she slipped the bloodied knife in her mouth.

    "Whoa! Hey! What the heck?" Reed protested, reaching forward to grab her arm. He caught himself before he could touch Toby, letting his hand drop to his side with a thump.

    This must've been part of the spell. Do not disturb.

    Chewing gum vigorously, he watched the way she zoned out like she was high on some freaking good drug. It reminded him of a case he'd worked back in California. In their desperation to solve the murder of a politician, they'd hired the best psychic in the country. Clasping hands around a table in the dead politician's kitchen, Reed had watched the psychic zone out just like Toby.

    She came around and took the knife out of her mouth, thank God, reeling off information. He shelved it away in his mind, more concerned about Toby. Was she all right? He remembered how the psychic from the dead politician case had collapsed out of his chair and banged his head hard enough to split open his brow. The blood had been as bright as rubies against the impeccable white tile of his kitchen.

    "Whoa! Hey!" Reed said, this time reaching out with both hands, intending to take her gently by the arms. "Everything okay?"
     
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    Toby's mind was still racing along what else she had seen walking those memories. Blinking through details, ignoring what her body was trying to get her to feel, and Toby was perfectly steady. Reed's sudden Whoa startled her, she visibly jerked and then stopped thinking all together on details. Reed had reached out to take her arms and Toby didn't fight him. She also forced herself to relax, offering him a bit of a smile.

    "I'm fine." There was supposed to be a reassuring tone in that statement but her smile flickered as she looked back down at Roger's body. "Just a really painful, shitty way to go." Not that it was hitting her top ten list but that was alright. She just didn't like how her body tried to remember those memories. Sliced flesh was... not friendly.

    Slowly, Toby gave Reed a pat on his arm and then pulled away gently. She did appreciate how he had concern written all over his face and in his voice, but Toby was learning that there were good people in Pandora. A lot of decent, good people who would treat her better than most did back home. Or had before. It was nice to meet someone like that, even if she had been meeting quite a few lately.

    "What details you wanna know?" Instead Toby veered everything straight back to work. That was easier for her to concentrate on than someone else's concern. She was still learning how to deal with other people being... concerned for her, doubly when they didn't know her at all. She liked it, she wasn't going to lie to herself about that, she just didn't know how to respond to it. So work was... preferred. "Any other blood around here or is Roger's it?" She could put together a bigger picture if she got more blood, no matter how much Toby might have disliked her magic's process.
     
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    He wasn’t sure whether or not Toby was uncomfortable with the physical contact, so stepped away hastily, rubbing at the back of his head. “Right… Sorry.”

    When would he remember that not all women appreciated being comforted by touch? Those that had something to prove in this line of work didn’t appreciate you comforting them in any way. He’d lost count of the number of fierce career women that had yelled at him or pushed him away in the past.

    “You said there was more than one of the suit guys?” he asked. That was an interesting and concerning development. The suit guys hadn’t worked together until now. “Did you see them leave the bank? Which exit?”

    He craned his neck, peering over the bowed heads of the other law officials at each of the access points. There were the glass barriers at the front, a couple of fire exits off to the sides and one metal door at the back, marked “staff only”.

    Reed scanned the tiled floor of the bank, or what he could see of it amid the sea of shiny shoes and ironed pant legs. There were no convenient puddles of blood.
     
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    Truth be told, Toby was often comforted by touch. She was someone who craved affection, in many different forms and variations. From different people and different relationships. She got plenty of affection from her daughter, late night cuddles on their couch while some cartoon played was very common in their household. She had plenty of friends who gave hugs or shoulder squeezes. Plenty of kids she looked out for that she would hug or offer a shoulder to cry on. But Toby didn't know Max and Max didn't know Toby. His touch wasn't unwelcome per say, but it was certainly unexpected. There had been another person who had done similar awhile back, someone who had been concerned over her reaction to her magic as well. Both were nice guys, at least in Toby's mind.

    She flashed him another smile before relaxing, trying to get her head straight and into their case. "No apologies needed, Reed." There was a subtle little wave of one hand to confirm that she hadn't taken any offense. He seemed to switch tactics back to work and Toby blinked a few times while he brought about his questions. "Two. Roger saw two of them, but he didn't get a clear view of everything around here." His view had been limited but that was only natural. Guy could only see so much.

    Toby shook her head slightly when he brought up exit. "Left after Roger was dead." She glanced back down at their victim with a bit of a frown again. A little useful information but nothing solid. "Roger didn't know who was in it. He probably wouldn't have been killed if he had sat down and shut up." One of her hands lifted to roughly comb through her hair, trying to figure out what had happened. "How much did they take? They didn't have normal human strength." Toby really didn't have much of a way to explain differences in strength without a starting point. "Anything beyond money?" She could track magical items but... she had to know what she was looking for first.
     
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    “Well. Let’s see now,” he replied, turning to scan the grim faces in the room. His gaze steadied on a tall, skinny man with a prominent Adam’s apple and curly beard. Reed had liaised with him a couple of times in the past. “Hey Simon! Have you got an inventory of what was stolen?”

    Simon lisped a positive through buck teeth, ambling over to them on his stilt-like legs. He handed Reed a crisp printout of what had been taken from the Bank of Silverpool.

    “Money… Money… Money…” he summarised to Toby, chewing on his gum reflectively. “Money… Money… Huh. That’s odd. They did take something other than cash. A statue of a fish. Who steals a freaking fish statue at a bank heist? You think it was made from solid gold?”

    He’d directed the question at both Toby and Simon. The latter gave a long gangly shrug, before offering to lead them to the place where the statue had stood.

    Reed strolled after him with a rustle of trenchcoat, his thoughtful stare falling on a wooden pedestal, which was level with the average person’s head. A small silver plaque was mounted on the tapering neck of the stand.

    One of the other law officials called out to Simon, gesturing him over to the back of the bank. Nodding respectfully at Toby and Reed, Simon loped off to see what they wanted from him.

    Beneath the Silver Moon,” Reed read off the pedestal. “Dedicated to Friedrich Bartholomew. You think the suit guys knew Mr Bartholomew and weren’t big fans? That’s probably reading too much into things, though. I bet you a dollar they took it because it was solid gold… And they like fish an awful lot. Now ask me how the heck I made it this far as a DoI agent.”
     
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    Somebody named Simon came walking up. Not a face that Toby knew but she didn't know everyone in Pandopolis PD. Just... a lot of them. More in Midcourt than anywhere else though, considering where she worked. But that was neither here nor there. She watched as Simon handed over a note to Reed. Her DoI partner started reading off all those taken items. Money. Money. Money. Seemed pretty straight forward and repetitive until Reed read out a statue of a fucking fish. Just her goddamn luck.

    Solid gold fish statue. If it was koi fish, Toby was going to cry. "Sounds like a good hunk of money." Even if it was a bit weird and heavier to carry, Toby remembered that their suited men had above average strength. Or at least, whoever had done in their bouncer had been freaky strong. She had followed along with them and glanced over those same words. She didn't know who Friedrich Bartholomew was or what that quote meant either. Neither struck her as important.

    "Probably money. Who would like a statue of a fish?" Toby sure as hell didn't want too many other details about it but she circled that pedestal anyways. Trying to see if there was anything that stood out. Taking a deeper breath every once in awhile just to make sure she couldn't smell anything. "Nothing magic at least. Does it say what kind of fish?" Despite how Toby really didn't want to know, it was probably their best bet on tracking down their suited bank robbers. All that money could be laundered and if done wisely, they wouldn't be able to trace very much of it. Not enough to make an arrest.

    But a solid gold fish statue of that size? It would stand out at a fence or a gold smith's. Melting it down into smaller bits to move was again smarter but Toby wasn't exactly sure if they were chasing anyone too smart. There had been smarter ways to do this heist. "How'd you make it that far, Reed?" She looked up at him and offered a flash of a smile, playing into his line so he could rattle off whatever joke he had lined up.
     
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    “I meant that as a, um, rhetorical question,” Reed mumbled quietly, running a hand through his fair hair and avoiding her look. Whoa… Awkward. Apparently that was the common theme of today. Little did he know that he’d upstage himself next week with Cindy “Silk” Moon.

    Fortunately, he didn’t have to stand there long giving himself bed hair and boiling in his embarrassment. A lady cop called over to them from the back of the bank. He glanced at Toby, before hurrying over a little too eagerly to see what the policewoman had found.

    She’d found part of a fish… Obviously not a real freaking fish, but part of the statue that had been stolen from the bank. He squatted down next to the tiny piece to get a better look, keeping his hands to himself in case forensics could glean any information from fingerprints.

    It was small and frilly, like the fin on the underside of a fish. He’d been wrong with his whole gold theory. It wasn’t even solid silver or gleaming diamond, but dull tarnished wood, which was weird. He couldn’t see a wooden statue being worth much money, especially now that it was missing one of its fins. Maybe the suit guys had liked fish an awful lot.

    He peered up at Toby, chewing pensively on his gum. “Any chance you can use this in a spell?”

    Reed rose back to his feet, scanning the bank in the event of new developments. The lady cop who’d called them over was investigating a door nearby, along with a couple of her work pals. They’d propped it open, so they could examine some scratches around the frame and lock. Was that why the suit guys had taken the fish? To force the door open and make their escape into a...

    He took a look. A deserted alleyway.
     
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    Toby inwardly winced. She wasn't always good at figuring out what was rhetorical and not when she was working on a case. Better to take most things seriously and just... keep going. Oh well, she'd just... act like that hadn't happened at all. Not like her life wasn't awkward on all sides already. This was just another drop in her bucket.

    Thankfully someone came over to help them, pointing out where their fish statue had gone. Toby moved with Reed so she could get a look, sticking to him like she was supposed to. He was her handler, so to speak, until they released her to go back to her offices. But then Reed spoke about tracking and Toby shook her head. "Gotta be magical in nature or DNA." Magical in nature or blood, for her. DNA for Harry. Harry could track off an eyelash or a strand of hair. Toby could get into someone's mind if she had blood and could track things if she could connect a scent to it. This... this was far more mundane.

    Reed moved and Toby followed again, stepping out into that same alley. "No cameras." Which was a little odd for a bank, wasn't it? Doubly for one in Silverpool. "Taken out or...?" Banks always had cameras everywhere. That was one form of security, so they could track down whoever was stupid enough to rob them. She stepped a little further down, eyes scanning where cameras normally would be, trying to see if there were any wires or ports that would be obviously broken off.

    Why would they need a fish statue to open their getaway exit? They were super strong. Why take it with them instead of dumping it somewhere? She paused by a dumpster and didn't have anything to open it with but her hands, so she pulled out that same utility knife. Coating it in her aura, something Reed wouldn't have been able to see, she then used that thin blade to open it. Looking inside to see if she could spot anything useful, but it looked like whatever trash there had been had been recently collected. "What time did this all go down?" Toby called out to Reed from where she was standing, frowning as she did. What was going on around here? Some sort of shit show or a bunch of pieces that didn't seem connected but somehow were. Toby didn't like it either way.
     
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    “Not even an hour ago,” he replied, passing the private detective to explore more of the alley, his hands on his waist. He missed the crisp, cool air conditioning of the bank, the heat and humidity pressing against his skin. It made his trench coat feel as though it weighed a hundred pounds.

    The warmth exacerbated the stink of spilt trash and unpleasant stains dried into faded brick and asphalt. His nose was too preoccupied with the reek of maggot riddled meat, blackened vegetable peels and green speckled dairy products to notice a sharp, dirty undertone of iron, until it was too l-

    He tripped over something soft and went sprawling on his front, the plastic bottle of pills rattling in his trench coat. The palms of his hands stung. His knees throbbed from the impact.

    Smarting with embarrassment, he clambered to his feet, distractedly brushing the dust off his pant legs as he turned to see what’d stolen even more of his dignity. He froze with his hands on his pants at the sight of a limp, outstretched arm. It was still connected to a body, which had been hidden behind a worn, rust speckled old trash can. No wonder he’d tripped on that freaking arm.

    “Aww crap,” he exhaled heavily when he saw what had killed the unlucky guy.

    The main bulk of the wooden fish statue was embedded in his skull, absurdly making Reed picture a spoon leaning out of a hard boiled egg. Fragments of white shell lay scattered around him, his red gray yolk dried into the front of his plain blue uniform. His face was slack and splattered in discolored fluids. Guess the suit guys hadn’t liked fish that much after all.

    His absentminded yelp had drawn over a small army of law officials, who jostled him out of the way to surround the body, erupting into heated discussions. As Reed was stumbling back from them, he glimpsed bloody marks and holes in the wall closest to the body. They carried on in sporadic bursts right to the top. Could the suit guys have climbed over a wall that high?

    “Hey… Toby?” he said, turning to the witch. “Stupid question… Um. Can you fly?”
     
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    Less than an hour. It was a lot to do in a short period of time. These guys were hulked up on something or other and Toby didn't know what it was. Those suits obviously had something to do with it but she couldn't be for sure because they also looked impractical. She continued to think without really watching where Reed was going. It was only seconds before he tripped that she picked out that blood from what else was in that dumpster. A lot of blood.

    Reed tripped and Toby moved half a step before he managed to get back to his feet. She was looking down at their newest victim, one eyebrow raised as her eyes followed a similar path up. She didn't spend too much time look at his bashed in head because that was just... it was better not to be looked at. Toby wasn't going to get sick but she certainly didn't want to stare at it.

    Toby looked over at Reed when he spoke her name, that same eyebrow still lifted as he asked her if she could fly. Slowly, Toby looked back up to where he was suggesting they go. "That?" One hand pointed up and then Toby smiled. "I can manage that." She couldn't take Reed with her but she doubted he'd appreciate being carried bridal style while she... did crazy things.

    Then she moved. Toby shifted slightly and crouched where she stood, then launched herself up. There was a fire escape on that building, though their criminals had obviously made their own path. Toby didn't feel like doing that. Instead she jumped what was easily too far for any normal human and snagged one rung with her hand. She swung her legs, twisted, and chucked herself up and over so she was standing on metal easily.

    Toby then leaned down and unlocked her new path up, letting that ladder fall so Agent Reed could easily follow her. From there, Toby simply climbed up until she reached that rooftop. She leaned over to make sure Reed was following before vanishing out of view.
     
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    Damn,” he whispered when she did all sorts of fancy things and wound up on the wall. He snuck a look at the law officials, but none of them had noticed the impressive display, still too busy debating the grisly new body. Reed would’ve been able to jump that high, but not as a man.

    Rubbing at his mustache distractedly, he scuttled over to the lowered ladder and began to climb, his shoes clanging against the metal rungs. It didn’t take him long to heft himself up on to the rooftop, huffing at the weight and heat of his trench coat. It was getting harder to resist the desire to shuck it off and leave it somewhere to retrieve afterwards, but he still needed the pockets.

    “Hey! Not so fast!” he protested, scrabbling after Toby. He didn’t fancy losing her this far off the ground. “Did you cast some kind of spell? Or are all witches just generally good gymnasts?”

    Reed had a million and one questions he wanted to ask the private detective about her supernatural skills, like had she spent her childhood at a magical boarding school in England, but figured now wasn’t the time to ask them. Maybe she’d humor him one day outside work. So he kept the rest of his stupid questions to himself and followed the bloody footprints.

    The voices of the law officials had faded away when a gray blur sprang in front of him, their red speckled arms thinning and curving into samurai swords. His eyes widened in realization.

    He stumbled back from the suit guy, drawing his DoI issue handgun and firing at them, the sharp crack rolling out across the alley. The bullet struck them in the broad chest, but they didn't capsize backwards like a bowling pin. Instead, the bullet dissolved into the suit.

    “Aww crap,” Reed huffed out a sigh, remembering the notes on the investigation. He took a second to chew aggressively on his gum, before adding hotly: “I forgot that doesn’t work!”
     
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    Did she cast some sort of spell? It was hard for Toby not to chuckle in response. Spells. None of what she had done had technically been a "spell". Just what magic she could genetically use and her abilities with an aura. Things were a little complicated to explain because magic and spells could be between worlds. He seemed to not understand much about magic so Toby was going to guess it wasn't normal in his home world.

    There were bloody footprints leading across but Toby could smell a lot more blood. Something wasn't adding up but she couldn't be one hundred percent. Gut instinct? Probably. No magic had been involved thus far, just a messy couple of murders and a bank robbery. Maybe it was how those footprints trailed? How dark they were? Or how she smelled more blood than what she could see. Any way you cut it, she was only half surprised when one of those rubber suited guys popped up to start trouble.

    Reed reacted first but Toby had been pointed in a different direction when it started. Those sword arms were going to be a problem. Reed shot it but his bullet sank right in. Toby didn't like how that had happened but she was stepping between their rubber sort and Reed as soon as his shot had cleared. "Call for backup, Reed." Toby wasn't fully sure she'd be able to take it but she could keep it busy. And maybe... just maybe, if she worked smart about this... she'd be able to take it.

    Rubber suit didn't like her command and charged forward. Toby shifted then, her body language completely changing as she suddenly pulled into a fighting stance. Her hands had dipped towards her thighs, illusions around her weapons shimmering off as she pulled out her blades. Toby had been hiding that in plain sight despite being on a crime scene. But perhaps, not her worst idea yet, because she used her blades to block rubber suit's strikes. Her aura coated them, meaning they couldn't get absorbed and she was able to put her superhuman strength behind it.

    Toby dodged a blade being swung at her head and then stepped into its personal space. One strike to an arm to push it out of her way, second to its throat, aiming to put her blade in its chest with her third. Toby had already lived through one death that afternoon, she didn't want to go through her own and she was taking this threat seriously. But Toby? Toby could hit a lot harder than what she had felt before. She made sure to put enough strength in her blows to really disable whoever was fucking in there.
     
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    “Right!” Reed replied, pulling his cell out of his trench coat.

    He dialled the magic number and listened to it ring, chewing urgently and watching Toby face down the suit guy. She conjured up a bunch of melee weapons, which were apparently immune to the suit’s ability to absorb those kinds of objects. Man. She was good.

    The suit guy backed off Toby, a gun protruding from the center of their chest. They fired three times at the witch, producing real bullets. Crap. Reed gritted his teeth at the sharp, thunderous crack of the gun, bright light flashing across the alley rooftops.

    “C’mon… C’mon…” he murmured under his breath, urging somebody to answer his call.

    He would never know if they did or not because another suit guy jumped down in front of him, swinging a battle axe shaped arm at his phone holding hand. Reed yelped and lurched out of the way, losing his balance and pitching off the side of the rooftop with a scream.

    Time seemed to slow as he fell through the air as gracelessly as a rock, anticipating his skull breaking open against the asphalt, his spinal cord shattering to pebbles and flint. Jeez. After almost dying from being turned into a giant ugly bug, this was a pretty freaking anticlimactic way to go.

    Incredibly, he landed on something soft and rustly, which stunk of rotten vegetable peels. Ugh. He’d dropped his cell from the surprise of the impact, which had clattered several feet away from him. The screen glowed and then went dim, glowed and dimmed, indicating that it was still ringing their friends in the City Watch. What was taking so fricking long?

    Reed scrambled off the squishy trash bags, intending to retrieve his cell, but he was too slow. The suit guy with the battle axe landed in the alley, crunching his phone beneath their bulky boots. Aww crap. Their other arm was a spiked flail, which they flung at his skull.
     
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    Toby had to admit that she was glad she had been training with Oz. He was someone who attacked and showed her various techniques so she could react to them. She had been working hard to keep up with him during their training sessions. She had always been a quick learner but her aura was just so different that it was difficult to remember everything she was supposed to be doing without thinking.

    Then it was backing off and shooting at her. Toby was almost grateful, this was something she had trained on. Her leather jacket was also enchanted against bullets. Toby easily moved with those bullets, deflecting them with her weapons still coated in her aura. That was almost second nature to her but she had to concentrate on them, giving it her full attention to make sure she didn't accidentally miss.

    Toby heard Reed yell and then heard what seemed to be Reed falling off. There was a curse under her breath and she turned because her objective had just changed slightly. Protecting Reed was number one. And while Toby could hold off one without hurting him, she wasn't entirely sure she'd be able to do similar with two. So she moved right to where Reed had fallen before her counterpart could catch up to her. She saw number two moving towards Reed with two different weapons.

    She jumped off in a similar manner, landing right behind it. Toby was still getting a handle on certain things, like jumping larger distances with her aura. She didn't quite have control on how much to put beneath her feet instead of just bracing her legs. Cement cracked under her feet but she was moving towards suit number two even as suit number one started to follow. Toby snapped a side kick into him at almost full strength. He slammed sideways, but not nearly as far as she had hoped. Toby hopped to Reed's side and then put her back to him again. "Any luck?" Oak and ash, they were taking so long!
     
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