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**Here it is. I am having a HEEEUGE writer's block at the moment. I only have the first small part done, but i don't know... What do you think? Finish it (putting my own spin on it), or start fresh? Waiting across the street for Demetris to arrive, Aniela sat in the shadows of the dark alley, unseen by any passers-by. She crouched low as a large delivery truck drove past, splashing mud on her light jacket. She, being now frustrated by the lateness of Demetris, brushed off the mud, eyes narrowing. The man with the brief case strolled down the alley, looking not afraid, but very aware of his surroundings. Aniela stole out of her crouch and slowly tip-toed towards the man, her eyes on nothing but the case he now held against his chest. “Is that the file?” Her cold voice rung throughout the street, echoing off of the empty trash bins nearby. “Y-Yes,” the man stuttered. His eyes now shined with fear, greatly exempting their dark brown color. Aniela held out her pale, long-fingered hand. “Give it here.” “I-” The man swallowed, making strange gulping noise. “I want to be sure of our deal. I-I need to know nothing happened to my son.” “Trust me,” Aniela said, snatching the solid case from his enclosed hands. “You will know soon enough.” She turned and stalked down the dark alley, seeming to disappear into its depths. * Aniela arrived in Switzerland at exactly 12:01. Late, she thought. Again. She marched through the busy streets of a small town, covered in a light snow, glaring in a straight haze. Many tourists, laden with shopping bags and fudge, were pushed lazily aside. Demetris was perched against a telephone pole, his back towards the bustling crowd, talking fluently in what sounded like French on a tiny cell phone. Aniela, feeling her anger returning, launched herself at the unaware man’s back, knocking him upside the head. “You idiot! You imbecile! You didn’t show!” Aniela pounded her fists furiously into the tall man’s back, struggling to keep her voice low. “I know. I had to take care of some personal business.” Aniela glared. What sort of ravage fool would leave his partner? “Doing what?” She asked, her voice smitten with rage. “Never you mind. Now, please follow me. Master is waiting, and might I add he is not pleased with you.” Demetris kept his face expressionless, though clear joy was etched into his deep blue eyes. The pair quickly rounded the corner, still miles from their destination. Miles they could make up easily, of course, once the grubbiness of this low-class town was left behind. Demetris led the way, only glancing over his shoulder when a pretty girl passed. “Oh, please!” Aniela whispered, still following the mysterious man that was her partner. The last building on the road was nestled near the silent woods. The building was shabby, obviously not used in a few years, and in need of some major repair. Few people lingered here, nor were many on this particular block. Demetris pulled a tiny key from his breast pocket, and slid it into the door. The inside of the deserted building was exactly how Aniela pictured it. Small, dusty, and cramped, with covered antique furniture hidden in the shadows. The only item that appeared to be left untouched was a small wood desk in the middle of the room. The chair behind the desk slowly turned, showing the face of their Master. Aniela and Demetris both cringed, seeing the mangled face. “Enter.” The harsh voice called. “Both of you. Quickly.” Aniela pushed Demetris further into the room, slamming the old door behind her. She glanced at Demetris, whose smug expression was entirely gone from his topaz eyes. Aniela stood slightly behind him, keeping herself slightly distanced from the chair. “Aniela, you’re late. Again. Is this becoming too hard for you?” The chair swiveled again, to the right this time. It moved forward, towards to two standing motionless near the door. “Because, if it is, I can easily fix that.” The man in the chair pulled out a long stick, seemingly flicking it through his fingers. “No. No I can handle it. But, sir, I need more time, the nuisance of a boy knows we’re after him. He’s running, and he is quick. He’s got the two others with him, both experienced and ready. Its unlikely I’ll be able to capture him while he is being guarded by them.” Aniela’s fear made her voice quiver. “We.” Demetris glared forward. “We will catch him.” Aniela disregarded this comment, not letting his stupidity cost both of their lives. The man in the chair flicked his wand at the creaky door, making it fly open. Taking it as her cue to leave, she pulled Demetris by the back of his long cloak. “Yes, Master. It will be done.” * 6,000 miles away, the group of three made their way down the steep hill, moving slow to prevent falling. “How much longer?” The smallest asked, though clearly in his early teens. The man in front of him turned, stopping in his tracks. “If you ask that one more time, I will obliterat