WICK

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The pace of traffic began to increase the further down they drove; buildings bigger than the eye could see lumbered over the streets, casting shadows upon the commuters as they leisurely prowled forward.

 The city had too many roads for one so small, yet there they sat on one of many crowded roads, with Cattelaya easing on and off the accelerator; their own vehicle in a tango with the ones roamed around her.

 They were close to their destination; just a few more blocks and Cattelaya knew she'd see the roads widen slightly as an influx of traffic surged through the magnificent tunnel. 

 Ahead Cattelaya saw it; the Holland Tunnel, i.e. their escape route.

 The amount of traffic that circulated this tunnel was so grand that it would've been impossible for the agents to track her sole vehicle; unless they decided to pull out all stops and get the police involved for a mass traffic stop.

  However, she knew the chances of that were slim, the hunters were a lot of things; cold, callous, ruthless, and bloodthirsty to name a few, but they weren't sloppy. 

No, in the chance that the police ever did get involved with the agency, they would strictly be on a 'Need-to-know' basis; with us not being in that deck of information. 

 It had happened before, once a long time ago. An agent-turned-deputy took on any and all cases that were deemed "miraculous", be it a woman surviving a fifty foot drop unscathed or a baby being kidnapped and just suddenly turning back up the next day. 

 Anything that seemed too good for it to be natural or too beautiful for it to be human; he was on it, his entire career had been a ploy to ensure he'd gotten the right target whilst playing the "hero cop" role.

 His hands had shook the mayor's, had held metals of valor and yet they were also the end of so many. 

 A disgusted feeling had begun to climb up the inside of her ribs, settling into her chest comfortably as she maneuvered her vehicle around one that had stopped and was now parked slightly on the edge of the road, seemingly without reason. 

 Its verdant windows were lowered completely, allowing Alessia to peak through and see an older lady, her face was red and twisted into a demented sneer as she appeared to be exploding on what or whoever was in the backseat. 

The sight was a good enough distraction from the ache that had spread through her sister and now nestled itself into the pit of her stomach.

 Alessia couldn't even begin to fathom what evils hid behind her sister's gray eyes; what torments she'd faced since the last time they'd seen each other but she knew that her sister was not one to dwell on negative emotions.

 Ever since they were children she had only know Cattelaya to solve her qualms with her fist, and occasionally feet.

 The waves of passion that flowed through the older girl almost sent her sister into a short-lived state of shock; they'd always been in tune with one another; their emotions so closely linked that one would confuse their own feelings with the sibling to their right, but being able to feel these emotions felt… off, like she was intruding on a private affair. 

 Yet at the same time, moments of vulnerability were so scarce when it came to the older teen that she felt the overwhelming need to help her through whatever it was that had tainted her mood; they'd just reunited, and for that reason she felt the pressing need to turn the aura back around, if only to allow them another minute to revel in the fact that the other was not even a foot away. 

 Her eyes began wandering the interior; catching sight of the bags that had not been in the back of the vehicle when they had departed from the school's parking lot.