~ hello, I am back and this could possibly be the last chapter...maybe??
here is a chapter enjoy! ~
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2 years later.
After they was released they was told to keep under the radar of the government, so they took this time to make themselves better as well as work for the government instead of rival groups.
"What's the case this week?" Scott said as they stood in front of the 'boss's' table looking intimidating.
The man swiveled around in his chair before speaking "small group of teens have been terrorising some people in the back alleys..you know what to do" and with that the group was off.
Patrolling the streets.
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Mitch's vines wrapped around the man's ankles as he strung up the guy, the guy shouted his protests before Avi threatened him with a fireball.
"Shut it, now what are you doing here?" Avi said as his voice rumbled making the guys eyes wide.
"Answer me!" he shouted making his eyes blood red as the flames licked at his arms, the guy cowered as he stuttered.
"I - I work for this guy, he- he just wanted a drug trade....I'm just the messenger"
"Drugs are legal by state of law!" Scott said as he gripped the guy by the throat. His eyes slowly darkening making him look satanic as he did so the guy looked around and saw the others eyes they too had brightly coloured eyes.
"Now we will give you a choice" Kevin said as his eyes glowed a bright yellow/ gold.
"What- what is that choice?" the guy spoke.
"Get arrested and spend a night in jail or tell us where your guy is" Kirstin said as she crossed her arms over her chest, with her bright blue eyes.
"I can't tell you!" the guy said
So with that they hung the guy upside down over a drop watching the guy scream.
"Quit your Bitchin! And just tell us" Scott said in a bored tone as the guy kept screaming.
"I swear! To-"
"AVI! Chill" Kirstin spoke.
Mitch reeled the man back in setting him on the ground but still had him tied up.
They eventually took the guy back locking him into a cell.
One by one they interviewed the man individually, first being kirstin.
She walked into the room where the man was handcuffed to the table, the other watching from a two way mirror behind Kirstin.
"We found your file and surprisingly we have your prints on file, you have been involved in may drug trades... pimped some girls-"
"Look sweetie, I need money to pay bills..and help support my family" the man interrupts Kirstin.
She slowly closes his file before standing up in her seat.
"Look here..Don't call me sweetie, I am no one's sweetie"
The man smirked at her as he leaned forward, "pretty girl, I would love to have one like you" he whispered before Kirstin slapped the man around the face before she left the room.
