"It's beautiful," I breathed out in awe at the sight of his car. It was older model, maybe from ten to twenty years ago. The manufactures still wanted to give the car a bit of rustic aspect, giving the look of wheels to it. Titanium wrapped under the decorative pieces, allowing for the hover technology to still function.
It was a two door, the hood and trunk curving down to give it a old fashion, sportier look. The windows were tinted, reflecting the car garage lights. The roof was pure tinted glass, and I was curious to see if it was retractable or at least opened a bit.
"If only you gawked at me like that instead of the car," Ren teased, looping around to the driver side and lifting the door up. I decided to ignore him, touching the black panel that was on the door. A light colored rippled across the screen, disappearing as the door opened.
"What year is this?" I asked, slipping into the car. The seat instantly adjusted to my spine curve, allowing me to sit comfortably. The door lowered, closing next to me as Ren sat behind the wheel.
"It's a '65," he stated proudly. "Not even an AI in it yet." I gasped at the dash, running my fingers over the smooth interior. He started the car, the engine rumbling to life with a purr. The dash lit up, the screen portraying an options menu. It was so old compared to the cars I was used to driving. It almost gave me a sense of stepping back into time when technology was a bit simpler.
"Now, if you're done eye-raping my car, we have a person to go question." I snapped my hand back to my body, sending him a timid smile.
"Sorry, let's go."
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"Look, it's not that hard. You have your badge in your hand. You flip open the flap, flash your badge and put it away," Ren groaned out, doing a quick example for me in his car. I grabbed for my badge, trying to copy his actions, only to have the badge fumble from my hands. I watched where it laid on the floor, sighing heavily before reaching over to pick it up.
"How can a single person be so clumsy that they can't just flip open a badge?" he groaned out. I growled at him, stuffing my badge into my pocket.
"Can we just go talking to him already? I can't gape at your car, but you insist on giving me a ten minute lecture on how to flip a folded piece of leather?" He stared at me for a minute, before pointing at me, waggling his finger at her with out speaking.
He turned around, not saying another word as he opened the door of the car, stepping out. I followed his suit, finding myself stepping into a sidewalk that looked like it had been freshly poured. The doors closed behind us as Ren rounded the car onto my side.
It was a rectangular townhouse. Two large windows engulfed the front edifice, stacked on top of each other. An orange door was situated off to the side. I felt it didn't necessarily go with the rest of the building, but it was the city that built.
We approached the building, climbing the few front steps before Ren leaned over to ring the doorbell. We paused outside for a few minutes before an elderly man opened the door.
"Hello?" he asked in confusion, his eyes squinting at us in suspicion.
"We're a part of the FBI, we are here to talk to you about your involvement with a man by the name of Rizal," Ren announced, flashing him his badge. Ren paused, flipping the flap back down as he looked over at me, waiting to show the elderly man my badge.
"I'm with him," I stated dumbly, flashing the man the cover of my badge, but not bothering to open it.
"I don't know anyone by the name of Rizal," the man inside the door told us, taking his eyes hesitantly off of me to look back at Lorenzo.
"That's not what this says," Ren responded in a smug tone, reaching into his pocket to pull out the flat, silver disk. A button lit up in the middle. A black screen projected in the air, allowing the man to lean down to look at it.
"What is this?" A voice came through. It was the older man that stood in front of us. I could see confusion cross his face, his thick eyebrows raising in surprise.
"A paper," a voice responded clearly. It wasn't as deep as the older man, but sounded quieter and darker. I glanced at Ren next to me, seening that he was intently staring at the man's reaction in front of us as he processed the conversation.
"What's the purpose?" Questioned the older man. Paper rattling filled the audio.
"You won't remember by the time I'm done, so it doesn't matter." The audio cut off, the blackened video continuing to play for a few more minutes before stopping.
"Hey, that's my voice," the man announced as the audio finished off, causing me to roll my eyes. I crossed my arms as Ren tucked the device away into his pocket and mimicked me by crossing his own arms.
"Tell me something I don't know already," I responded, raising an eyebrow as I glanced over to Ren. The elderly man cleared his throat, bringing my attention back to him.
"That's a dangerous statement, for there are many things you do not know, and there are even more things which should be kept secret." I sighed loudly, gazing over at Ren who was staring at the man in exasperation.
"That was annoyingly cryptic, old man," Ren rebuked, glaring at him as he ended the audio, pocketing the device once again.
"I tried." His face gave away nothing he was thinking about as he stared at us. "Oh, I might know the paper the audio may be speaking about. I found a mysterious paper stuck to my refrigerator the other day, and I just haven't bothered to throw it away yet."
"How convenient," I grumbled, following the man as he beckoned us inside. He took us straight to the kitchen where a single, yellow sticky note was posted at eye level.
485 Second Street
Apartment 374
The 6th at 4:30
"Ren," I said with urgency, staring at the piece of paper. I grabbed the note as he checked the time.
"4:20," he answered, turning off his interface. 'Blaze it,' he said internally as he rushed for the door. I decided to ignore him, choosing to look at the positive and realize he at least only thought it.
"Thank you for your time! Don't go anywhere because the agency may be back in order to talk more with you!" I rushed out, sprinting after Lorenzo to get to the car.
My only hope was that I wasn't going to get killed.
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Legacy (Completed)
HumorIt's every girl's dream to be kidnapped, bribed into a government job to hunt a wanted terrorist, and given a partner that not only doesn't seem to know what he's doing, but also gets her into trouble because of it. Not. One lovely Friday, Jacquelin...
