"Let me get this straight." I paced in the hall outside the bathroom, where Arya was wiping the remaining blood off her face, and Jade was sitting on the closed toilet silently. "You got into an argument with Sel. To blow off some steam, you got into a street fight. Which," I stopped to glare at Arya for a moment, "was fucking stupid." Arya rolled her eyes as she squeezed the rust-colored water out of the once-white cloth.
"You were wearing your mask, but the person you were fighting said your name? Like, fully?" I finished.
"Yeah," Arya shrugged, making her way out of the bathroom, Jade following close behind. "'Arya Hansen, down so soon?'" She said in finger quotes.
In the living room, Arya slumped right into a spot on the couch, but I couldn't bring myself to stop moving. I was stressed. Jade, on the other hand, went straight for the kitchen before returning with a box of Cheez-Its.
"Did you recognize him?" Jade asked over a mouthful. Arya shook her head.
"No. He was wearing the enemy's mask, that's all I could make out. His voice didn't sound familiar either, every Brit sounds the same to me. No offense, Jo."
"You're such a bitch, Ar," I groaned, allowing a smile to play across my lips despite the situation at hand. Finally, I sat next to Arya on the couch with a sigh.
"I guess we'll just have to wait and see. It might've just been some sort of coincidence? I'm not sure how, but surely--"
My voice was drowned out by my ring tone, and I checked to see who was calling before picking up the FaceTime.
"Hey, Ren," I greeted, rubbing one of my temples with my free hand. "What's up?"
"Hey, love... Erm... Have you seen the news lately?"
"No, why?"
"You, Arya, and Jade are on right now. Channel 231."
"The hell?" Arya asked, already reaching for the remote and clicking over to the channel. Sure enough, our masked faces were front and center.
"--Increased crime rates in Downtown London, due to a group of Masked Terrorists that you've seen photos and surveillance footage of, or if you're one of the unlucky few, in real life. However, today, three of these masked figures seem to have been fighting against the group, the only distinguishing factor being the color and shape of their masks. Who are they, and why, better yet, how, are they managing to take down these aggressors?" Kristin Powers finished off her segment with a sip out of her mug, and a glance over at her news partner, Austin Bell.
"We've seen-- extremely clearly, I might add-- that regular people are no match for the Masked Attackers that London has been infiltrated by. So, what makes these three different? Let's see the clip."
Kristin, Austin, and the picture of the three of us dissolved off the screen, replaced by a video of one of the many attacks we'd stopped over the past few months.
"I remember this one," Jade nearly laughed.
"Me too," I smirked. "I made him throw himself against the bloody wall."
"Remind me not to piss you off," Ren laughed from the other end of the phone.
"Better not," I quirked my eyebrow with a grin.
"Shush," Arya giggled, lightly smacking my arm without removing her eyes from the TV screen.
~
"It's 5 against 3," I said, as Jade, Arya, and I approached the group of Masks.
"I'll take the two on the left." Jade slipped on her silver brass knuckles before clearing her throat.
"I'll take the middle," Arya agreed, unsheathing her dagger.
