A Third Of A Pie

Chapter 2

"Hey, guys!"

Two males entered the room.
The first was the shortest member of P.I.E- which matched the fact he was the youngest at 25, standing at only five foot, and had a slightly pudgy body. He had a mess of brown-ginger hair, but was mostly covered by his pink beanie. He had freckled, tan skin, and had forest green eyes. His clothing was a long-sleeved green shirt with a grey sleeveless jacket that only covered his chest. He, also, wore a single strap backpack, which contained many ghost hunting tools, along with various items he deemed essential. Finally, he wore light blue loose jeans and grey trainers.

The other was the tallest member, standing at an impressive 5ft 11; which didn't match that he was the second youngest at 26. He had carob skin, along with a curly black goatee, which matched the tufts peeking out on the side of his head from under his dark blue beanie. He had deep brown, nearly black eyes. His outfit was near identical to the shortest male's, just instead having a light grey shirt, and dark grey jeans.

"Hello, you pair," Toast greeted, addressing the two.

"Heya!" The shorter man- who's name was Fred 'Spooker' Soup- waved in a very cheerful manner.

"Hi!" The taller one- Chris 'Colon' Ghostie- greeted, taking a sip of his coffee, which he'd apparently brought at Starbucks.

"Have you seen the time?" Ghost asked, not caring to greet their interns.

"Oh come on! We aren't that late!" Fred whined.

"Twenty minutes. Almost half an hour. We could've easily finished a mission in that amount of time. But, we had to wait for you pair," Ghost groaned, leaning on his fist.

No one spoke. Toast decided to break the silence, coughing slightly.
"So, shall we go to our first case?"

"Yep. Get your stuff ready, you pair," Ghost ordered, finishing his tea. Both of them nodded, everyone going off to do their own thing, preparing for the next case.