I shower and adorn a new outfit that I stole, then head over to the coffee shop. Even though Seras essentially dismissed me last night I still want to see her. It's a habit that I don't ever want to break.
My tummy grumbles with hunger as I wait. I haven't eaten anything since that coffee and cookie I had with Seras and I'm feeling a bit weak. My mouth is dry, and I eye the other customers drinks, wishing I had what they did. As I watch a man get up from his table, leaving his drink unattended, I start to rise from my chair to snatch it up before anyone notices. But then a blue grey file slaps down on my table and suddenly I'm looking up at Seras's disgruntled face. I lower back into my chair and ignore my growling stomach.
"Is this true?" Seras asks, her tone harsh. She stabs the file she slapped down in front of me and stares hard at me.
Confused, I reach out to the file, and open it when Seras removes her finger. There's reports on my past, everywhere my fingerprints have been found. The most recent report, the one on Marv's club, has witness accounts and notes written by the gatherer of my file. The notes are carefully scribbled speculations on my abilities and where they may have come from. Theories on government factions and possible born abnormalities fill my vision and I can't help but smile. These notes sound like the ravings of a madman.
"Which part?" I ask, looking back up at Seras. She's still standing, her jaw working.
"All of it," she says. "Can you do those things?"
I refocus on the notes and read the bullets of my possible powers. "I can not fly," I mumble, pointing at the scribbly writing. "Nor can I teleport. That's just silly." At least for my kind it's silly. "I'm not a magic wielder, either." Though I can see how the author could think so. "As I said, I'm not part of the government, so that's untrue. I'm also not an abnormality. What I am is quite normal."
Seras purses her lips and studies me. "Everything else?"
"True."
"I don't believe this crap but I need a miracle right now." Seras snatches up the file from the table and puts it under her arm. "Come with me," she demands. "You're going to help me."
I'm not sure why my help is needed but I'm more than glad to give it, and I'm up from my seat immediately to hand over my services. Seras steps back at my speed but she hides her surprise well enough and tells me to follow her.
"Something has been going on the last few weeks," she says, pointing for me to get into her car while she slips into the driver's seat. I hesitate, not sure whether to get into the backseat or the front, but I decide on the front when Seras opens the passenger door from the inside. "Get it," she commands. Then, when I'm seated and buckled, "You were there at that strip club when it was raided. You knew what went on the there? The drugs?"
"Yes," I say, excited to be inside of Seras's car rather than seeing its taillights. The seats are leather and it smells of old coffee.
"Did you know the hierarchy? Have inside knowledge?" The car zooms off and Seras plops sunglasses on her face. "Something is definitely happening here and we all know it's some kind of war. Narcotics has point, but I'm the one that has to deal with the deaths. I want to stop it. Now. You're going to help me do it."
"Okay," I chirp. This is my way in, the way to get Seras to like me, to claim me as her own. This is my chance.
Seras eyes me, her sunglasses falling a bit to reveal her eyes. "You're willing to turn on your friends? Just like that?"
I shrug and touch the dashboard. "Whatever you need."
"Alright then. I guess I expected you to fight me on it. You did kill quite a few officers to protect that place."
