Once the two men were in the car, the tone shifts. Dr. Syphon was obviously not driving towards a prison, or even after the rest of Sean's team for that matter. The inside of the car was that of a luxury SUV, larger than a normal sedan, yet not entirely the size of a truck, and still probably more expensive than most people's houses. It's considerably fancy, with advanced tech in every corner. This thing is not just a nice vehicle, but a military weapon taking the form of a "nice vehicle". Brett readjusts the front mirror, before making a sigh, done with the acting.
"..."
He looks at the mirror, at Sean.
"Those cuffs are fake, so feel free to take them off… Where's the huff headed?"
"Huh..."
Sean had already taken off the cuffs. And, as the car passes by street lights flashing light within the car, he shows up in the passenger seat in the blink of an eye.
"It's in route to the south side distribution facility."
His expression wasn't much changed, he seemed to not care about this much at all. His sharp eyes lingered outside of the car window.
"Your superhero act needs a little work. It's a bit over the top." He rubs the back of his neck.
"But, that move you did on me kinda hurt. . ."
"If it works, it works."
The driving was silent... As if nothing dared to interrupt the night.
"Besides, I had to make it believable. You're a dangerous criminal who needs to be restrained."
"Hm, yeah... Makes sense when you put it that way."
Something scratches at the back of Sean's subconscious, and he looks around the area they drove through. As they round a corner, he looks out the window at the rear view mirror. Clearly his senses had not failed him. He could see an all black car cut their headlights and begin to tail them from afar.
"We've got a shadow."
He adjusts the rearview mirror in the center of the dashboard so that Brett could see them too. Brett gazes at the mirror, and near an instant, identifies what Sean was talking about. They're being followed. Who, what, he doesn't care. Perhaps he does know who they are and simply doesn't care. With a wave of his hand, an invisible force violently ripples out of his car, toward the black car. Suddenly, and without warning, it just... vanishes in a silent shockwave. It simply ceases to exist.
"Back to what we were talking about..."
"Yeah yeah, my guys will get it there no problem." Sean glances over at him.
Sean sighs, either out of relief or out of frustration. It was hard to tell. He takes a wooden toothpick out of his jacket's chest pocket, and sets it in the side of his mouth. Sat right on the edge of his front teeth.
"... So, how am I getting paid?"
Almost on queue, a hatch within the front of the vehicle opens, revealing a briefcase.
"There's 50 million. Take it." Brett says with a low growl.
Sean takes the briefcase and cracks it open. With his enhanced perception he could immediately tell the money was all there.
"Perfect."
The briefcase closes with a click as the car speeds off into the night.
– GEMINI LECKY: IMPRESSIVE ABODE –
0900 Hours.
A particularly energetic young woman was busy streaming to an audience of a few thousand, playing a cozy game about running an Inn in a quaint town. Her audience was active, and lively as always, sending gifts and sponsored comments every few minutes.
Enter, Gemini Lecky.
Gem's home was large and architecturally modern, though calling it a mansion would be a stretch. It was located near where the sprawling suburbs met the city proper. There was no car in her driveway. She picked the neighborhood so she could walk wherever she needed to be. Inside the house was a pastel paradise. She had painted fun designs and swirly patterns across all the walls. The beds and sofas were all overburdened with plushies and pillows.
The house's layout was a little strange, however. Furniture seemed to be blocking main walkways, holes had been cut in the floors between levels, and half the grand stairwell was covered by a plastic slide. In Gemini's studio there were two automated cat litter robots and a filming setup with pink plush backdrop and LED lighting.
"Why is there a notebook in this barrel?" She asked, glancing at the chat.
"Oh! That's probably for Sam's quest that I picked up like an hour ago. I almost forgot about that…"
BZZZZZT
She was interpreted by her phone ringing. It buzzed itself right off the desk. Gem snatched it from the air before it hit the ground and looked to see who was bugging her.
"... The school? What do they want with me?"
She answered the call filled with energy.
"Hiii!"
…
"Right now? I'm a little busy."
…
"An emergency? Alright I'll come get it sorted- but you'll so owe me."
…
"No, I didn't mean money. I meant like a coffee."
…
"Sounds good. Gimme 10."
With an audible click, she hung up.
"Well, everyone. Looks like I'll have to end the stream a little earlier than usual today, unfortunately. I've been called in to help with a tech issue of some kind. I'll hop on for an hour or so tomorrow to make up for it. Byeee~"
She waved at the webcam before ending the live show and turning off her monitors.
A black cat brushed up against her legs as she threw on a hoodie.
"I'll be right back, Castor. Promise."
She jumped down one of the aforementioned holes in the floor and landed on the main level like she didn't just plumet more than twelve feet. She slipped on a pair of sneakers and slid out the front door.