Entirely Complex

Chapter Nine

Marie Laveau, as in the, Marie Laveau from way back when, around about the 1800's. Known for her affiliation with Voodoo and the arts.

Once he had finished speaking, he allowed me to leave and advised to not speak of our little meeting, though he said he wouldn't prevent me from doing so if I saw it necessary.

And I haven't, not really, it didn't effect my relationship with Harriet in the slightest, her business was her business, she was a client and nothing more.

I strolled out of the red carpeted hall, and the sight before me rocked me to the core.

The buffet was upended, the curtains were ripped from the walls and scorches marked up the walls.

Not a single person I could see was alive, the few that were dead were covered in blood. How messy, am I the only one who knows how to clean up around here??

I slipped my phone out from inside my bra and dialed the police.

"Hello 911 what's your emergency??" A chipper voice greeted me as I gazed around the bloody mess before me.

"There was a shooting at 66 Salem street, about twenty minutes ago." I spoke in a monotone voice so I couldn't be recognized by a voice categorizing machine. 

"Could I please get your name so I can verify your claim...beep...beep." Before she could finish however, I had already hung up on her and began my descent to the first floor.

As the elevator dinged down lower and lower, I stripped myself of that infernal dress and pulled on some ripped leggings and a black singlet. The doors slid open hair as I had placed the black mask into my back pocket.

The cab ride home was uneventful, as if no one had yet heard of the 'devastation' at the Evo gala. It was probably only a couple Evo hating terrorists with guns that thought they knew better.

I could care less, as long as I was still alive and well, it didn't matter much to me if the world hated me, not much different from the Government really, everyone hated them and yet they were still in power.

The couch was cold as I sunk down into it's comfy pillow like seats. I picked up the remote and began clicking through the channels, and eventually settled on the news.

The screen flickered from the news reporter to a bird's eyes view of the building I had been in not an hour ago. 

"This was not an act of vandalism, according to eye witness accounts, this was a planned attack on high up officials. The 'Evos', as they prefer to be called had attempted to form alliances with countries across the nation." The lady appeared on the screen again, a look of enragement and disgust present on her flawless face.

"What utter bullshit." I grumbled, as raised the control to change the channel, but stopped when an image appeared on the screen.

It was the ballroom, only it wasn't destroyed, the camera zoomed in on a group of people standing around in a circle sculling their champaign. A moment passed, their glasses dropped, much like flies.

The glass shattered, and mayhem followed, Lucy had her dagger out in a second and was going for Phenix's chest.

The twins leapt apart from each other, both landing back by a table, knives were thrown back and forth, only the rare few hitting their intended targets.

Zero was gone in an instant, his primal instincts carrying him out the door.

And my dear sister Ebony, attempting to quell our sibling's wrath to no avail.

The screen cut back to the woman again before real blood was shed.

"The Government has ordered a nation wide shut down of Power Peace. A request for arrest warrants for any and all Evo's has been passed. It is being dealt with and if you or anyone else you may now might have information please call the number on the screen." I pushed off the couch in a rush, not even bothering to turn around when I heard a faint smack, as the remote hit the floor.

Maneuvering around the T.V and I peaked out the floor to ceiling window that had an almost birds eye view of the streets bellow.

"Now, back to Mathew Drentoro with the local weather." Men in black suits were stepping out of large black trucks, each man carried a duffle bag and they were making their way into my building.

I raced up the stairs that led to my bedroom and literally slid from the steps to my bed. Now on my knees I fished out my own duffle bag filled with everything I might need.

My passport, all my key cards, a few guns, just in case anything went wrong, a change of clothing and a skin tight black cat suit.  

I was out the door and in the elevator before I saw them, six men in matching metal suits, each wearing heat sensor goggles on their foreheads. I didn't see what guns they were packing, probably because they weren't.

I dug out my phone from my pocket, flipped it and dialed. It wrung for two beats before it was answered.

"Hello." I pushed past the swing door that led out back to the kitchens and then out their back door into the back ally.

"Harriet, it's Luna. I need that favor now." I continued on a little ways up from the building and came out somewhere along Time Square.

"What did you have in mind??" I raised up my hand and waited, a yellow cab was quick to stop and pull up in front of me.

"You remember that job in England?? I need the plane again." I held up my hand to stop the driver for speaking while I finished.

"But of course, when you get their tell the captain this; 957352. You got all that??" I repeated the didgets in my head a second turn to ensure I'd remember.

Unfortunately the driver had not understood my need for silence.

"Where to little lady??" His accent was thick, Russian probably.

"The air strip." I muttered, one hand holding the phone and the other over the speaker so Harriet couldn't hear and misinterpret.

I sat back in the plush leather seat, and crossed my right leg over my left, my knee length skirt ridding up slightly. 

"Yes, Harriet, keep your eyes open for trouble and I'll handle it when I get back, free of charge." I snapped my phone shut and slipped it into my only front pocket.