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Zedd Mansir was an artist.

His hands moved swiftly on the smooth paper as he drew her face. The portrait's eyes were sharp, narrow as if she were angry
at him. Her mouth was in a thin line, her hair in loose curls. She looked fierce. If only the artist knew who she was.

He looked up from his portrait on the table, to find the café nearly empty. It was twilight he thought as he looked out the window to see the blue-red contrast in the sky welcoming the purple of the night. Zedd had been there two hours. Two hours after he saw the girl in portrait sitting two seats away, her hair all over her face too ingrossed in her work to notice him staring.
He memorised all her features before he drew her.

He looked down at his sketch one last time and signed his name on it before he closed the weathered looking sketch book and shoved it in his backpack.

He hasn't ordered anything, but he still found it necessary to leave a tip. He scoped out five bucks from his jeans pocket and left it on the table before leaving the café.

The air was cool as he walked across the street briskly to his apartment building. At the entrance two men in matching grey coats stood, one slumped against the railing and the other seated on the stone steps. They were both looking in his general direction from what he could see of their shadowy outlines. The street light too dim to tell who they were. But Zedd seemed unfazed, he knew exactly who they were. Hazard and Neil.

Neil Thompson was an ex-police officer, his career was colourful. Too colourful for his profession. He was more of a cold blooded murderer than a kindhearted serviceman. His cold blue eyes seemed to pierce right through you. But they had softened when they met Zedd's kind but calculating hazel eyes. Hazard Stevens was an entirely different story. His tall, stalky build compared to Neil and Zedd's lean bodies would have spelt danger if anyone had crossed him. But Hazard was nothing of the the sort. His kind jade eyes played the good cop to Neil's bad and were sympathetic to his own victims.

The three greeted eachother with nods and headed to Zedd's apartment silently. Zedd sat on his red leather couch with his arms folded across his chest, his backpack still on his back before saying, "Where is it?"

Hazard, who was seated on the recliner opposite reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small metallic object and handed it to Zedd. It looked like a cell phone, but had no screen or buttons. It only had the letter 'T' written on it in bold.

"That's the detecter?" Neil asked incredulously. Zedd merely glanced at him before shrugging, "This will do," he said to Hazard.

"Why do you need it? It's not meant for what you do and is actually a device used to spot people like you." Hazard asked.

At that moment, a light blinked on the detecter as if Hazard's words had set it off. Zedd jumped up and threw it away from him, as if it had burned his hand. He looked at Hazard as if he would have punched him the face.

Neil took the device and held on to it until the light turned green.
He looked at Zedd with an expression of distaste. Hazard sighed before taking the device from Neil and handing it back to Zedd.
"It's not active," he muttered "I tampered with it while you were in the café. The Sensors won't find you here."

"Why do you need it?" Neil asked again, repeating Hazard's question. Zedd looked at the detecter before answering,
"To add it to my collection." He said simply.

~

Zedd, in the town of Label was known as an Outlander . To this place, his kind were considered dangerous though they seemed to look like ordinary human beings. Outlanders were actually a cult, originally formed by a man named Truth and were basically an anti-political cult. That was until Zedd's father was recruited into the vastly growing group.

The man was a warlock, who had escaped the destruction of his native Clarkson. He wasn't the only one. Several dozen warlocks were found all over Label and had joined the little cult.

Yusuf, Zedd's father, with help from the other warlocks over threw the leaders of cult and had assumed their place as leaders, Yusuf at the head. For 10 years, instead of leading riots against the decisions of political officials, the Outlanders slaughtered at first people who made the law, but soon moved on to the people who followed it. The people of Label were terrified of these men, who also murdered their wives and children in coldblood just to prove a point.

When the faithful day came, Derek Winchester killed Yusuf Mansir, infront of the whole town. He formed the Sensors, before he went back to wherever he came from.

Nobody knows what Yusuf's motive was, Zedd's mother tells him that his father died for a good cause. But as he grew older, he heard of all the madness his father had ensued in that tiny town. Till he was fifteen, Zedd stayed in Clarkson with his mother and two sisters before he ran away to Label, to redeem his family name.

He hadn't known where to start, he was a warlock but he didn't know how to disguise himself. He looked like an angel not human. His eyes were golden and his hair was silver. His skin was the colour of a glittery brown.

A kindhearted oldman found him asleep in a little bus station one night and brought him home. He knew of the boy's problem, having studied his kind and for three years had trained Zedd in the ways of being a warlock. Zedd was grateful to the man, but he hadn't known the man had been plotting to kill him.

He had to do what he had done to save his life.

Now, 23 year old Zedd stood at his balcony a cigarette in his mouth. He looked out to the panoramic view of the city. The lights making patterns that accompanied the constellations in the sky. Zedd frowned, in deep concentration trying to perfect the plan in his head. He preferred memorising heists instead of writing them down, leaving an element of surprise for the Sensors to figure out.

He worked alone, though he had two goons he could trust. But as reliable as those two were, Zedd stayed way from them. He wasn't a very social person and always kept to himself.

Zedd hadn't even told them his name, his real one anyway. He knew that if he did, they'd kill him on the spot. Hazard had lost family during Yusuf's 'reign' and Neil just didn't like Zedd in general, being Yusuf's son would only fuel his fire.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew, a halo of smoke forming out of his mouth. He sighed, shaking his head to put the thought aside. He could get killed doing this alone. But maybe that's what he wanted after all.

He was going to break in to the Sensors only safe haven.
Teagan Incorporated.