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The car ride to the 'Agentcy' took Ramond less time than he had expected. He cut the engine of his car off and quickly made his way to the door. He retched out to turn the door handle when noise suddenly erupted from inside of the building. What was that? A mix of clattering and yelling? Ramond retracted his hand from the door handle to wiat and serve his curiousity.
"NOOO! That's an antqiue!" yelled a young, female voice. "Don't you have one of those! Stop it! You'll break something useful! Don't you dare!" A large shatter. Two pairs of footsteps erupted from inside, leading away from the door.
Might as well stop that woman from destroying those poor detectives with her bare hands... Ramond thought. He turned the handle of the door to let himself in, as he knew that no one was in this part of the building, and was surprised to find the door unlocked. What came as even more of a shock was the fact that the room where all of the fighting sounded like it was taking place was completely clean. Not a speak of dust. Nor a thing out of place. But, oddly enough, the room lacked the items that were being discussed during the battle. The man shook his head, this was all to confusing. Ramond decided to carry on and fulfill his mission.
He walked down a long hallway, and into growing drakness. For detectives they sure knew how to highten the creepy factor. Ramond soon came to a door, but couldn't make out what the door plate read. He gave it a few short knocks,"Umm...I'm here to see the detectives. I am in need of their services," he called.
Out of no where a teenage girl with a bright, red hair appeared before his eyes. "Ahh, so you need the help of Young & Bane, eh?" she questioned enthusiasticly.
He only blinked at her in return.
"Do you have money?"
A large smile spread across the girl's face. "Then please, step into my office and we shall discuss our pric- I mean! Our case." she said quickly.
Ramond raised an eyebrow at her words and he was dragged backward into a room. The lights were off. The door let out a clack. The lock sealed him in. When the lights were flicked on he winced at the suddeness of it all. A girl with brown eyes and matching hair looked down at where he sat stunned on the floor of the room.
"Please make note not to fall for my partners tricks, sir." she said. Ramond remembered that voice. That one that was yelling before he walked in.
The girl held put a hand to help him up. "I'm McKenzie Bane," she said to him, obviously not surprised by the shock on his face. "You thought we were men, didn't you?" she asked.
"We?" Just as the words left Ramond's mouth, the red head burst into the room.
"There you go, ruining my schemes, again!" she said angrily. Her face turned red when she noticed she had jus confessed in front of her victom.
McKenzie couldn't help but laugh, she thought of it a safe time since her partner wouldn't pounch her when Humans were around.
"Please," McKenzie invited, "sit. We need information to determine if we want to take your case."
Ramond did as he was told and sat, the two teens sitting across from him. He looked at the red head's bright green eyes as they stared hard at him.
"What happened back there, in the sitting room?" he asked quickly. It wa a harmless question, but certainly one they could refuse to answer.
McKenzie opened her mouth to speak when the other girl broke in.
"Target Practice..." she said simply, still staring at him unblinkingly.
McKenzie let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. "Please excuse her, she was dropped as a child...from a ledge. I still have no idea what her parents were thinking..."
Ramond looked scared to death and he saw it in their eyes. He then looked to see the feiry headed girl narrowing her eyes at McKenzie.
"It was quite an accident!" she scolded her friend. She soon shut her mouth. McKenzie was trying to make her look like a fool without even really trying. Curse her advanced mind! She let out a sigh, as to stop herself from saying anymore. "I know I'm a little behind on introductions but," she said holding out a hand for Ramond to shake, "I'm Catherine Young."
Ramond gave an uncertain nod and reluctanrtly took her hand. Could he trust this girl? There was only one way to find out.
The man began his story of what had happened the night before as the detectives slipped comfortably into their chairs. Thjey kept a strait face the whole time. No shock. No surprise. They were just taking in everything he had to say. What if he was lying? Of coarse he wasn't, but what if? Would they believe everything that he said?
Ramond began rapping up the story of the night before and both girls were still looking at him. Eyes glued on his face. Without even a glance at each other, thew girls spoke in sync. "We'll take it."
Their response to his tale had surprised him. He could have sworn they wouldn't believe him. The teens must have seen the look on his face.
Catherine stood from her chair. "Your story adds up. It's completely possible that a monster could have killed your life-long friend." she said.
"How so?" Ramond replied. Were these girls messing with him, or were they onto something?
"Well, you see sir..." McKenzie started, and Catherine chimed in to end the sentence with her.
"We are monsters..."
Nice ending, da? I'll try and have chapter 3 up as soon as possible,ok? Thanks!