Young Writers Society

She crept over to the door and stood with her back to the wall beside the door. Out of instinct, she put a hand on her shealth, this knife had yet to save her life. She turned the corner quickly.

"Oh, hey Lysandra, you’re up early."

"What are you doing?"

"I wanted to do some research on that Agent the mysterious phone caller named."

"Ask next time, you may be my partner, but that doesn't give you the right to use my utilities without asking ."

"Geez don't be so mad."

"OUT."

He rolled his eyes, "Alright your majesty." 

'Why was he acting like this?'

"Eden bring up anything you have on Agent Lycaon."

A bunch of pictures and files popped up on the screen, "This is all I have on Agent Lycraon,"   Eden  announced

She grazed over the files, then looked up, suddenly realizing that Threron was wandering around her house alone, again.

"Eden, where’s Theron?"

"His is in your knife room."

"Bring up video. "

A live video soon showed up of Theron. Who picking up knives, looking them over, putting them back or pretending to sword fight. She pressed her finger on the screen, “Theron."

He jumped, "Wha?"

"Stop playing with my knives please>"

He looked around confused, as he put the knives back, then spotted the camera. Then laughed, "For a second there I thought you had resident ghosts."

"Can you come up, we're going out." She watched him exit the room then went back to the files. Agent Lycroan had been fired from the agency three years ago, for what, it didn't say. Then he had seemingly disappeared, from everything, any info from after he was fired was gone, driver's licence, credit card number, everything. She waved a hand, the screen faded as Theron entered the room.

"So where are we going?"

"What did you find about agent Lycroan," Lysandra looked pointedly at him.

"I....can not remember, I have a horrible memory."

"Hum, well any information I can find is from three years ago, he seems to have disappeared, completely."

"Maybe he’s hiding?"

"IF he is, he must still have access to the network, how he kept that I don't know, they usually block fired agents form the network."

Theron shrugged.

"I'll meet you at the garage, in fourteen hundred hours, you should get your weapons and such."

Theron nodded and headed out to his housing quarter.

Lysandra went down to her weapons room.

"Eden, Activate, self-destruction."

"Activating self-destruction."

A space in the wall disappeared, she stepped inside, tasers, gadgets, a few handguns, and her favourite. A mic disguised as a black velvet choker were displayed on shelves on every available wall space. She slipped on the choker and grabbed her most used weapon, her two batons with built-in tasers.

"Eden, disengage self destruct."

“Would you like me to lock up after you leave?"

"Yes, that'd be great."

She left her house and made her way to the garage, she spotted her bike and checked the fuel gauge, it read full.

"Ready to go catch a mole?" Theron announced, coming over as she strapped on her helmet.

“Do you have a bike?"

"Yup." He pointed to one a few rows over

"Right, do you know where Hemsworth Pub is?"

"Yeah."

"That's where we're going."

Lysandra swung her leg over her bike and took off.

"Eden, bring up Heads Up Display, and open the garage door."

She was now in a long corridor, a door was slowly opening in about 300 hundred yards away. She glanced in her rearview mirror, as she passed through the door, Theron was right behind her,  "Eden, give me a direct route to, Hemsworth Pub," A blue line appeared on her HUD.( Heads Up Display, it's what Iron Man uses in his suits with JARVIS and FRIDAY.)