Arkaiden (Will figure out a proper title soon)

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"Get in! Get in the damn van!"

A hooded figure crashed into the cargo at the back of the van as it sped off, out of breath. One of the sandbags had sprouted a leak beneath him, and he cursed quietly and stemmed the golden stream with a gloved hand.

"Remind me why we're here again?"

"You're asking the wrong person, Kai."

The driver spared a quick glance over her seat, her eyes seemed to glow in their silver light. A mission was all the information he'd been given. A quick joyride for her, but a dangerous extraction job for him.

"I told you to just call me-"

"Lightstep? C'mon. I know your true name, why would I let you off lightly?"

He let out an exasperated sigh, lifting a finger from the hole in the sandbag and crossing his arms. The van clanked down the slate trail, and he shot a pointed glare at his getaway driver from behind her turned back. exactly one month ago, he had given a person's most valuable possession, his name, to her. She hadn't done the same.

"At least call me by my full name? Pretty please?'

She turned her head just to smirk at him, the van speeding ahead.

"Well since you asked so nicely... Kaiden is a stupid name. I'm not letting you off the hook for being so trusting to someone you met two days ago. Idiot."

Kaiden winced, and the van jerked suddenly, sending him crashing into the wall. He noticed she made no comment on this, and made the intelligent decision to hold onto a cargo box for dear life until the ride was over.

"How was I supposed to know you were an undercover?"

"You weren't, duh. That's the point. My nickname is 'Arcana' for a reason"

"And that reason is?"

"I'm magic." She deadpanned, flicking a strand of faded black hair from over her face and swerving to avoid running the rickety van through a telegraph pole. He face darkened as she imagined the damage fees. Can't screw this up can't screw this up can't screw this up she repeated to herself, narrowly missing a traffic-light and speeding ahead more reckless than ever.

Kaiden shrugged, and the sandbag he was sitting on spurted out more sand like a golden, grainy waterfall. "So this isn't your assigned mission?"

"Shut up."

The van pulled up abruptly beside an intimidatingly tall picket fence, and Arcana wiped her brow. "You know I'm not of driving age, right? Your life was in the hands of a sixteen year old getaway driver."

"The hell- I'm calling Shay, hold up." Kaiden climbed out, the sandbag in one hand and cellphone in the other. He wearily watched as she did likewise. After all this slander, he thought, she really is still just my age.

Great.

A/N: This is the first piece of writing I've written in a year, it doesn't have much of a plot as of now and I blame that on A. my writer's block and B. myself being out of practise because of said writer's block. Adios.