Eternal

3.

Sometimes Jahmier wishes he just stayed with his mom and went to that stupid camp. But he knew that shit was going to lead up to his death. When Jahmier found out that he was mutant he was so fucking confused. Both his parents were human, at least that's what his mom told him. And he believed it for quite some time, he thought his mom would protect him from MIS agents but that was NOT the case. As soon as they came knocking at their door his mom was quick to give him up. Jahmier could only assume it was because she would go down with him for harboring a mutant. Because Jahmier was so young the agent said he'd go to some camp and he'd live there. But just from the look on that mans face was enough for Jahmier to know that that nigga was lying through his teeth. He always made sure to keep an overnight bag just in case and that time was the perfect time to use it. So he grabbed it and made his escape and he's been on the run ever since.

Jahmier doesn't believe in staying one place for too long. It's always keep moving, you stop for too long and it just gives the enemy a chance to catch up and catch you off guard. So here he was, on the move again. He moved along the rooftops, he hated be on the ground. At least while being on the roof he had almost a clear view of his surroundings. He sat on the ledge of some random hair salon/apartment and looked down. He watched the people walking on the main street going about their busy day. Not even worried about the possibilities of some one next to them being a mutant. He shook his head and stood up and stretched. Living in Brooklyn was so boring some times. The MIS sector here tended to be lazy about keeping watch and killing mutants. Jahmier was grateful for that, but he's seeing new workers come in everyday. He's starting to get suspicious. He felt his stomach growl and he held it with one hand. Shit, he hadn't eaten in a few days and it was starting to get to him. He never went to the bottom unless he had to.

Now seemed like a better time than ever to go ahead and eat. He made his way down to the street and kept his hoodie on and head down. Don't bump into people, don't cause a commotion, just get to where you want to eat and you'll be fine Jahmier. He tugged on the strings of his hoodie and made it to the small cafe he always ate at. As soon as he walked in he pulled his hoodie down and smiled at the barista. "Hello Mir! The usual today?" She said in her chipper voice and Jahmier nodded his head and went to sit down. He always sat in the booth closest to the back door. If he needed a quick escape that was the go to spot for him. He waited patiently, looking at the other customers and watching the people walk by. Normally he'd have his phone right now but he learned MIS uses that as a tracking device on mutants and soon got rid of his. God how much he missed that phone, it just seems now the days go by slower. A few minutes passed before the barista brought him his food. He always got the same thing, a plain omelette and some toast. It really was only the cheapest thing on the menu. And he flirted with the barista enough for her to lower the price every time he came in. He thanked her and began eating.

It was calm at first, Jahmier had to assume it was only eleven in the morning. So no business rush yet. But something felt off, he could tell things were about to go south real soon. But he kept eating, he wanted to give it the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it was just going to get busy or something and he was going to get anxious. But that was no where near the case. Three MIS agents walked in at the same fucking time. Jahmier took notice of them and then glanced at the barista who had a worried look on her face. He never told her he was a mutant but she knew. It wasn't hard to tell his eyes would give it away most of the time. She looked at the door and Jahmier gave her a small nod as the agents walked up to her and placed their orders. "Oh and ma'am, have any mutants come in here?" One of them asked and Jahmier camly took another bite of his omelette. He didn't want to have to fight in this nice ladies store. But he might have to. "No sir! We have a very strict no mutant policy as you can see on the sign out front." She said in her usual chipper manner and the man thanked her and sat with the others.