One Word: Violin
Nov. 30th, 2009 08:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticPeter stood in front of the mirror taking a good look at himself. The last time he wore a suit was for his father's funeral. How strange it felt for him to wear one now as an issued uniform for the Company. He was actually going to go through with this: he was going to be an agent.
"Hey." He turned at the voice, smiling faintly at the man standing behind him. The Company's policy was "One of Us, One of Them" and Ryan Wolfe served as the "Us"... or the "Them". Whichever one was the kind without abilities.
"Hey, Ryan," Peter answered back. "Ready for our first assignment?"
"Sure," the other man agreed. "It's a Bag and Tag. From what I hear all we have to do is take in the young lady for a while, then let her go again." Peter responded with a nod. He agreed to be an agent, after all, and he knew that meant dealing with everything that came along with the job.
Their target was a street performer in New York. Peter felt strange being back here after everything that happened. He longed to go see Nathan but knew he couldn't stray from his partner. They eventually found their target: it was a young woman no older than Peter with blonde hair falling in gentle waves over her face. She had a violin tucked under her chin and was playing a cheerful tune for all who passed by.
"That's her?" Peter asked in amazement. She looked completely ordinary. But then, most people with abilities looked ordinary. That was the only way for any of them to blend in.
"According to my information," Ryan confirmed with a nod. "Go on and find out for yourself." He motioned Peter forward with a wave of his hand. The empath frowned, wondering if this was why he was chosen to do the mission: because he would be able to feel the woman's ability.
Peter let out a sigh and obediently drew closer to the woman. He crossed his arms over his chest, listening to her music while he waited. At first nothing happened but then he started seeing something strange. It was like the Aurora Borealis: waves of color that hovered around the violin. Peter's eyes went wide as he watched them. The way the street performer's eyes proved that she could see them too.
"It's definitely her," Peter told his partner. The two of them waited until the crowds thinned out and the street performer was packing up for the evening. Peter decided he would be the one to approach her. He managed to convince her to come with them without a fight.
Deep down Peter wanted to send her the other way. But he couldn't. He needed to keep being an agent. The Company was the only place he could be for as long as he was a danger to others.
"Hey." He turned at the voice, smiling faintly at the man standing behind him. The Company's policy was "One of Us, One of Them" and Ryan Wolfe served as the "Us"... or the "Them". Whichever one was the kind without abilities.
"Hey, Ryan," Peter answered back. "Ready for our first assignment?"
"Sure," the other man agreed. "It's a Bag and Tag. From what I hear all we have to do is take in the young lady for a while, then let her go again." Peter responded with a nod. He agreed to be an agent, after all, and he knew that meant dealing with everything that came along with the job.
Their target was a street performer in New York. Peter felt strange being back here after everything that happened. He longed to go see Nathan but knew he couldn't stray from his partner. They eventually found their target: it was a young woman no older than Peter with blonde hair falling in gentle waves over her face. She had a violin tucked under her chin and was playing a cheerful tune for all who passed by.
"That's her?" Peter asked in amazement. She looked completely ordinary. But then, most people with abilities looked ordinary. That was the only way for any of them to blend in.
"According to my information," Ryan confirmed with a nod. "Go on and find out for yourself." He motioned Peter forward with a wave of his hand. The empath frowned, wondering if this was why he was chosen to do the mission: because he would be able to feel the woman's ability.
Peter let out a sigh and obediently drew closer to the woman. He crossed his arms over his chest, listening to her music while he waited. At first nothing happened but then he started seeing something strange. It was like the Aurora Borealis: waves of color that hovered around the violin. Peter's eyes went wide as he watched them. The way the street performer's eyes proved that she could see them too.
"It's definitely her," Peter told his partner. The two of them waited until the crowds thinned out and the street performer was packing up for the evening. Peter decided he would be the one to approach her. He managed to convince her to come with them without a fight.
Deep down Peter wanted to send her the other way. But he couldn't. He needed to keep being an agent. The Company was the only place he could be for as long as he was a danger to others.