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Everyone had taken countless photos since joining that organization, but she was one of the people who treasured them the most, and in this special case, this photograph was extremely important to her.
She reached out her right hand very carefully before taking the portrait from her, she was able to blink softly and slowly to put it on the cabinet. She was face down, just like she left him every night to go to work and so she closed the door leaving the room in darkness while she adjusted her gloves.
Be quiet.
Everyone watched her as she prepared herself with ease. She took a pair of twin swords and put them in the sheath that was strapped to her shoulders, holding it behind her back. She then took a pair of silver revolvers which she placed at the sides of each of her legs, her work would start in ten minutes but she was very calm.
He turned one last time to the mirror: dark, skintight leather pants, then what appeared to be a simple leather vest, not even anything underneath, that belt holding his pants, the weapons, the fingerless gloves, and decided I was ready to go. She remembered that her reflection didn't exist and a man simply walked over and handed her a long black coat that would hide evidence of her weapons.
"It's time," he informed her so that she could only nod with a sigh, to quickly put on her coat as he began.
"Let's go get them, Xander"
XXX
There was a very bright moon in Detroit. There was commotion everywhere as it was Saturday so people were getting drunk and making some riots around the neighborhood. Due to the violence in this area, no one was surprised every time a dead person was found, although lately the victims lost a lot of blood before being completely killed.
It was so cold that the albino could barely tolerate it despite the mask on his face, which covered his mouth and nose. The truth was that working on cold dates was not his greatest pleasure, but now he was very distracted on the roof of a warehouse while he read for the umpteenth time that book that he did not put down for some reason in life. Thanks to the fact that it was night, his presence there was not obvious and due to the special ability of that abnormal eye, he could read without any problem despite such darkness.
"It's going to be so much fun when you go blind" accused the blonde as steam was present in every word he said "How can you be so calm in this cold?"
"There's nothing better than being distracted, Jose. Can you tell where he is?"
"Give it a few seconds," asked the blue-eyed man, before putting a cigarette to his lips, taking a lighter out of his pocket before lighting the tobacco, to take a deep drag "Would you like some?"
"It seems that they don't mind hiding their presence" murmured a female voice, sitting on the ground behind them, while they both reacted.
"When did you get here?" The blond questioned, surprised.
"It's you who smells them and you didn't even notice their presence, huh? What an idiot" the older one mocked, to which the girl smiled.
"Our grouping doesn't make much sense, after all, Xander," she reminded him, before standing up. "You can see the thousands of miles away, he smells them, I can do both and even feel them"
"Well, we face all kinds of enemies" commented the other, with a barely evident smile.
"Here it comes" she murmured, turning serious.
"Really?" He asked the other before turning over his shoulder, not to see anyone, and then facing forward "I don't…"
"She's gone" interrupted the boy. "He's about to turn the corner"
"Let go of me, damn it!" One woman screamed as a tall African-American almost dragged her by her wrist.
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