A String of Hope

Chapter 6

"So, when are we able to go back home?" Chuck asked Marty the next day.

Marty rolled his multi colored eyes. "Remember what I said yesterday? There are bad people out there. We have no idea where they could be, let alone what they look like."

"I thought you said that two of them have been identified?" Avery asked with a snarky tone.

"Well, yes and no," Marty sighed. "You see, we only know descriptions of what Amaya and Jax look like, thanks to our insider. We don't have actual photographs, for some odd reason."

"Insider? What do you mean?" Lilly asked, happily munching a bowl of popcorn.

"Let's just assume they are an insider. We've received a note from someone, saying they were on our side. They also told us that they were with a group of people, who misuse their abilities. Though we never responded to the note, the insider sent another one, giving names and descriptions of the group. It's not much to go off of, but it's the only other lead we have for now."

"Seems like enough information to me," Jacob admitted.

"How so?"

"Easy," Jacob said. "Just give pretty boy the 'people descriptions', he does some illusion art or whatever, then bam. We got ourselves a possible villain lookalike."

"That actually makes sense," Chuck agreed.

Sean shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Probably because everyone was looking at him. "I, uh... maybe? I might need some help, you know, a second opinion?"

"Good luck with that," Dylan chuckled. Alex and Agnes glared at him.

"Hey, it was my idea, and I can help. I have plenty of creative juices flowing up here anyway," Jacob proudly tapped the side of his head, causing Avery to groan and hide in her hoodie. Having an obnoxious step brother was hard.

"I can help too," Agnes told Jacob. "I can take pictures of any of the possible outcomes."

"Looks like we're done here," Dylan announced, getting up from his seat. 

Marty sighed again. "I suppose so. Sean, Agnes, Jacob, come on let's get started"

Sean, Agnes, and Jacob looked at each other before chasing after the tabby cat.

"To the training room," Marty purred.

"IT'S A PANDA GYM!" Dylan shouted from the room they had just left. Marty sighed, then squeezed his large furry body through the crack in the doors to inside.

Agnes Grabbed a large camera from behind a counter, and positioned herself with it on a bench.

"Okay, so what do they look like?" Sean asked. "And just a warning, the illusions will not look exact."

Jacob shrugged. "I'm here to help with that."

Marty nodded, and swiped a piece of paper off of a counter. He cleared his throat before reading. "Amya Dilla Twenty one years old. Has the ability to manipulate gravity, whether making it stronger or weaker. Deep tan, dark black hair which she usually wears in a long braid. Brown black eyes. Around five and a half feet tall."

Sean had created a woman that fit the description, with a white vest over a long black skirt and top.

"This good?" He asked.

"Those eyes are inhumanly large," Jacob advised. Sean made the adjustments.

It went on like this for a while, until Marty said it was good. Agnes took the picture, and they swiftly moved on.