Thatberg Profiles

Chapter 6

"UUUGGGHHH" groaned the mayor. When he had run for the position two years ago he had greatly underestimated the amount of work it entailed. Between having to manage and oversee construction in the outskirts of thatberg, he had to organise the Unusual Incidents Reaction Core (UIRC). A splinter faction of the police dedicated to dealing with the new supernatural side of life the activation had caused. The mayor stroked his gorgeous handlebar mustache and sighed, he was a good man, but he was not cut out for paperwork. "You didn't guess a leadership would entail this much work, did you?" said his assistant from underneath a landslide of forms. "I know Tasha, you told me so" replied the mayor in his thick Australian accent. His tone would remind any listener of an exhausted teenager addressing his mother.

Before Tasha could make another sassy remark, a light breeze blew across the mayor's desk, almost knocking the mountain of unfinished paperwork toppling on his head. With a grumble he looked up to see a face fitting for such an unnecessary entrance. The smug face of a man who had no past. Ghost straightened his jacket as he reclined into one of the mayor's favorite chairs before the mayor could complain.

"It has come to my attention that you require my services" said ghost, preemptively pulling a checkbook out from within the cavernous folds of his jacket. His hair was as unkempt as ever, bordering on curly, a slight hint of dark stubble clung to his chin. He looked well rested for once which the mayor was surprised by, but he was still sporting his signature hoodie. He was holding a small blowpipe, which made sense given that Tasha was slumped over her desk with a dart in her neck.

"Might i ask why that was necessary?" asked the mayor, slightly disturbed. "She doesn't like me very much" replied Ghost, as if that justified knocking her out.

"Anyway" said Ghost, putting away the dart gun, "regarding recent events, i do believe there has been a lapse in crime, which is good new as it means our good Sentinel Stupendio a rest, but i can't shake the feeling that there is something waiting to happen". "Why are you telling me this?" asked the mayor curiously "you've hardly shown yourself to trust us".

"I don't have to trust you, as long as you trust me to do my job" corrected Ghost. "I still can't get over the thought you're up to something" said the mayor, not usually one to distrust people. "I'm a mastermind my dear Just, I'm always up to something" said Ghost, correcting him yet again.

Ghost began to put away his checkbook "we shall discuss this later" he said. Tasha began to stir, letting out an angry grumble as she pushed herself into an upright position.

Fire danced around Tasha's fingers as she eyed Ghost with distrust, her eyes glowed a faint green. "Did you think that would work?" she said, her voice seemed to come from several places at once. Before ghost could reply with one of his usual smart-ass retorts, she threw the flame. Illuminating the room with a ghostly twilight glow, the ethereal fire ate through the armchair with viscous abandon. Instead of seeing a burnt corpse however, she merely saw a familiar figure seemingly attached to the ceiling. "Now look what you've done," said Ghost patronizingly "I'm sure that chair cost our dear mayor here quite a bit".

As he lept gracefully down to the floor, ghost approached the unfazed mayor, who was practically numb to this kind of tomfoolery. " You should really trust people more," he said leaning over the mayor's thick oak desk, and like a big house cat knocked his pen onto the floor.

As the mayor leant over, the glass suddenly shattered as a bullet lept though it and into the wall. It would have killed him if he had not leant over. "You see?" said ghost, gesturing towards the bullet hole in the wall. "How do I know you didn't plan this?" asked Tasha, still distrustful towards him. "You would know" was his only response as he opened the door and made his exit.

A few minutes he returned with a scared looking sniper. Dragging him in by his collar he set him by the furious Tasha's feet. "Your welcome" he said, patting her on the shoulder before turning to leave again.

"Odd fellow" was all the mayor had to say. As he looked around the broken glass of his office.