Plagued City

Chapter 5

The screens showing hundreds of places, all deserted, flashed across a monitor. The girl stared blankly at the screens. They never mattered to her. She was only doing this for another few minutes anyways until her partner got back. She glanced up at the upper left corner. The young girl was still there, slowly starving on the roof. A young man slips into the cramped room, silent for a moment.
"If hunger doesn't kill her first, she'll probably kill herself."
"No shit Sherlock."
The taller figure leaned against the female's chair, peering over her head, rubbing in the fact that he was taller than his partner in crime.
"Sooooooooooooo now what?"
"I don't know you dick! What'd you think about following the girl and making sure she doesn't starve or help the boy get out of the rubble?" Instead of answering her, he was playing with a small ball made of metal, transforming it into numerous things, utterly distracted for once. Normally she's the one not listening. She looked at him without her usual impish grin and slammed her fist into his gut, making him double over in pain.
"Wuss." The young male looked at her with malice as she pinned him down with her knee pressing down on his chest, gracefully plucking the metal from his hand with long, narrow fingers and promptly put it into her cargo pants. She stood up, brushed off any dust that got on her black tight fitting long sleeve and walked out, leaving her partner to stand up after being slammed against the cold stone floor and having the air knocked out of him. "Does killing them count as something to do?" Instead on answering, she peers down at him from the steps and grins impishly, her eyes glinting with their usual amusement at his lack of seriousness, a rare amusement for the troublesome girl, and slammed the door on him, leaving him in the darkness. He sighed and stood up and began to feel is way along the walls.