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happy details; details like Malachi was often found protesting for Specter rights, and that Achaicious owned a nightclub in the more upscale part of South Havilan. Unfortunately it didn’t say who was stronger, but since this Malachi was top of the list, Zia assumed it was him.
As Zia wrote down the last name she noticed there was an attachment on the file that opened up to a photograph. She was currently on demon s, looking at a broken Manananggal, and winced. She quickly closed the file and returned to the Casters, seeing that they had the same attachments. With both photo’s selected, she printed them off, Ark imprinting system or not.
Two rooms over the printer jumped to life and she dashed out to get the papers. The machine was working on the last photo as Zia picked up Achaicious ’ photo. He was a middle aged man, who aged very well if she had to state her opinion; he was standing in front of his club, Wraith, wearing a very expensive looking suit. His black hair slicked back, much like Aeryn’s, but far shorter. He had a classic sort of handsome about him and Zia would consider him so, if he wasn’t a Caster. Achaicious had that villain look about him though, Zia thought.
The printer shut down a nd she picked up the next photo of Malachi Fel, but it didn’t really give her anything to go on. It was a black and white photograph of a man in a crowd, circled with red marker, wearing a blank white mask and holding up signs written in Demon. Her Demon was a little rusty, but it appeared to say something about allowing Specter’s to vote, and be considered citizens of Havilan. Zia scoffed a little, thinking about how she would make sure that never happened. Monsters and killers that preyed on the weak didn’t deserve that privilege.
Taking in the man circled in red, she couldn’t see his face, only getting a rough idea height, and that he seemed to take protesting very seriously. She shredded the paper instantly but took the one of Achaicious with her. A buzzing in her pocket made her jump before answering her phone.
“Hey,” Iscah said on the other side, “how’s the uh, thing going?”
“Good,” Zia wandered back into her room, shoving the photograph into her side bag and slinging it over her shoulder. A quick look around and she snapped up the notebook full of Specter names and hid it under her bed. “Are you busy? I could use your help with it a bit.”
Iscah laughed. “My help? Are you nuts? I’m human; how could I help you?”
“Trust me, your human-ness will be very helpful,” Zia moved out of her room and threw her shoes on. “Can you meet me somewhere?”
“Well…” Iscah thought for a long moment as Zia was already walking down her cobble pathway, “I don’t have to do anything…Tracker-y do I?”
“No,” Zia rolled her eyes, “you just gotta stand by me and look human.”
“Okay,” Iscah said in a sigh, “where are we going?”
“We’re going to a protest.” Zia smiled, already sure that she was going to solve this case within the day.
Chapter 8:
The Western Border bridge between North and South Havilan was crowded, filled with Specter’s that pretended they were just as good as humans, or even Ventori. Some of them appeared to be human, most of them probably Casters, as they lined up along the edge of the bridge with their signs in Demon and Human alike.
“Are you sure this is the place you want to be?” Iscah asked nervously, eyeing the Specter’s as they walked along and shouted at the City employees. There were a few Ventori on the sidelines as well, waiting for one of the Specter’s to STRAY so they could take them to the Ark. Zia looked at the two dozen Specter’s but wasn’t completely sure herself.
“It is,” she told her friend, sounding much more confident than she felt, “I’m just not sure which thing I’m looking for.”
“You don’t know which one he is?” Iscah took a step behind
As Zia wrote down the last name she noticed there was an attachment on the file that opened up to a photograph. She was currently on demon s, looking at a broken Manananggal, and winced. She quickly closed the file and returned to the Casters, seeing that they had the same attachments. With both photo’s selected, she printed them off, Ark imprinting system or not.
Two rooms over the printer jumped to life and she dashed out to get the papers. The machine was working on the last photo as Zia picked up Achaicious ’ photo. He was a middle aged man, who aged very well if she had to state her opinion; he was standing in front of his club, Wraith, wearing a very expensive looking suit. His black hair slicked back, much like Aeryn’s, but far shorter. He had a classic sort of handsome about him and Zia would consider him so, if he wasn’t a Caster. Achaicious had that villain look about him though, Zia thought.
The printer shut down a nd she picked up the next photo of Malachi Fel, but it didn’t really give her anything to go on. It was a black and white photograph of a man in a crowd, circled with red marker, wearing a blank white mask and holding up signs written in Demon. Her Demon was a little rusty, but it appeared to say something about allowing Specter’s to vote, and be considered citizens of Havilan. Zia scoffed a little, thinking about how she would make sure that never happened. Monsters and killers that preyed on the weak didn’t deserve that privilege.
Taking in the man circled in red, she couldn’t see his face, only getting a rough idea height, and that he seemed to take protesting very seriously. She shredded the paper instantly but took the one of Achaicious with her. A buzzing in her pocket made her jump before answering her phone.
“Hey,” Iscah said on the other side, “how’s the uh, thing going?”
“Good,” Zia wandered back into her room, shoving the photograph into her side bag and slinging it over her shoulder. A quick look around and she snapped up the notebook full of Specter names and hid it under her bed. “Are you busy? I could use your help with it a bit.”
Iscah laughed. “My help? Are you nuts? I’m human; how could I help you?”
“Trust me, your human-ness will be very helpful,” Zia moved out of her room and threw her shoes on. “Can you meet me somewhere?”
“Well…” Iscah thought for a long moment as Zia was already walking down her cobble pathway, “I don’t have to do anything…Tracker-y do I?”
“No,” Zia rolled her eyes, “you just gotta stand by me and look human.”
“Okay,” Iscah said in a sigh, “where are we going?”
“We’re going to a protest.” Zia smiled, already sure that she was going to solve this case within the day.
Chapter 8:
The Western Border bridge between North and South Havilan was crowded, filled with Specter’s that pretended they were just as good as humans, or even Ventori. Some of them appeared to be human, most of them probably Casters, as they lined up along the edge of the bridge with their signs in Demon and Human alike.
“Are you sure this is the place you want to be?” Iscah asked nervously, eyeing the Specter’s as they walked along and shouted at the City employees. There were a few Ventori on the sidelines as well, waiting for one of the Specter’s to STRAY so they could take them to the Ark. Zia looked at the two dozen Specter’s but wasn’t completely sure herself.
“It is,” she told her friend, sounding much more confident than she felt, “I’m just not sure which thing I’m looking for.”
“You don’t know which one he is?” Iscah took a step behind
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