THROUGH DIFFERENT EYES

Chapter 7: Pack your bags

"Do you remember that day when we were by the mall? I couldn't believe that there were no tail socks, and when monsoon season is coming?! i just couldnt believe it."

"Mm mm mm, thats just bad sponsoring, and just after that latest commercial was showing them."

In a small restaurant in one part of a suburban area of the Element Empire, the customers and staff were conversing and moving along respectively as the day was just starting. The sun was shining through one of the windows of the kitchen as a slim man was working by kneading the dough... in a rather aggressive manner.

*Wham*

*Wham*

*Wham*

'I cant believe that it actually happened. Someone actually used my technique without my permission. How dare they! And after all the hard work i went through!... it even went on the news! my fame and power taken away from me even before it could start

"Sylvain!"

The man grumbled and slapped the dough which was his hand onto the table. The floor puffing up as fast his anger. "What?! What?! Cant you see that I'm working on a master piece here?"

"As if you were. You're the worst one among us." Sylvain's fellow chef rushed over as Sylvain just huffed while folding his arms.

"You people always say such about my work, you just can't sit down and take it like a normal person. You just have to play Judgy." Sylvain whined and complained before noticing the change in the air, the air was becoming numb. "And what's happening in the dinning area? Last time I checked this wasnt a bar. Trying to make this place into a pub or something?"

"No." His coworker shook his head, remembering why he stormed into the kitchen in the first place. "Hunter. Police. They have come and have pinned everyone down. They'll crush everyone unless everyone is in the dinning area."

"Wha- You have got to be kidding me!" Sylvain rushed over to the door of the kitchen with a glare on his face and he slammed the door open. His coworker following behind him as they left the kitchen.

In the dinning area, all customers, waiters and cooks were down on the floor. Either on their stomachs, backs or on all fours, gritting their teeth to whatever was holding them down.

'What the?! Who on this blue and green ball of a planet would-'

A sudden pressure of gravity pressed down onto Sylvain's shoulders, forcing him down onto the floor in an instant. Sylvain gritted his teeth as he heard his coworker behind him also get pressed onto the floor, pressing his palms onto the floor to try and get up.

"Who the heck are you for you to come in here uninvited?!" Sylvain hissed as he managed to look up, his eyes widening at the sight.

Standing at the door were a squad of six police officers wearing Raiding equipment as their black helmets covered their faces, and infront of them was one person. The person was only wearing a black turtle neck sweater, black cargo pants and black military boots.

Skin covered horns which curved back, their height being shorter than all the police officers around them. Short blonde hair, purple sharp eyes, large oval ears and their animus radiating over the entire room. The person walked over to Sylvain as the pressure on his body increased with each step.

"Agent Esper." The person spoke in a hushed tone as they glared down at Sylvain. "We've been permitted to act out accordingly to whatever is necessary to solve the murder of Grand Vizier Zeita Hashi. One of your... coworkers, refused our entry. So we entered with a more unnerving approach.... does that answer your question? Mr Sylvain Zodchev."