Christian
Once again, his laptop was his most constant companion. He'd ventured out of the hotel for the first time in a few days, having spent the last few researching his latest target.
He sat at the outside table of a street-corner cafe`, paying no atention to two girls passing by with their eyes on him. He had more important things to tend to. Things that made the difference between life and death.
As he sat and opened his laptop again, a waitress came over to him.
"Hey there cutie, wanna know today's specials?" the blonde teenager flirted.
"No thanks, just coffee and a small chips. Make the coffee black with no sugar," he replied, already typing away.
The waitress hesitated, but wrote down his order and made her way back inside.
"Damn this," he cursed as the web page he was trying to access wouldn't open.
He stopped and looked around for a moment, no one able to see his train of sight through his silver-rimmed sunglasses. No one could think this kid was a murderer... except for one person.
Frowning to himself, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed a familiar number.
The Spider
Craig had just settled into his hotel room (which would be free, as always) when his mobile phone rang. With an annoyed grunt he fished it out of his pocket.
"Ahh, Chris," he said, noting the name that appeared on the screen.
He pressed the appropriate button.
"Yes, Chris," he said.
Christian
"Hey man, how are you?" he began.
Before Craig could reply, he went on.
"Look, we have a new target, but I might need your help with this one... he's famous. Kind of hard to get close to, know what I'm saying?"
The Spider
Craig took a long breath and ran the door key through his fingers.
"I see," he drawled. "And who, pray tell, is this of which you speak?"
Christian
"His name is Clarke Isaac Hanson, eldest of the famous hanson singing trio who coincidently enough live right here in Tulsa," he replied, "I'm guessing that since he's a full-blood the whole family are too... including his fellow band mates. But Clark'es the one I'm after. And before you ask, i don't know anything about powers."
He hesitated as the waitress returned with his order.
"Want the bill?" she asked.
"Yes," he nodded.
She handed it over, he looked it over, then gave it back before fishing into his pocket for the money.
The Spider
"Clarke Isaac Hanson," Craig repeated.
He took out his computer and turned it on.
"As you know, I recently hacked into the YIRAAS database recently. I should be able to find out all we need to know about our little mark. Why the interest? This part of your quest to find your father's murderer?"
Christian
"For once, no," he chuckled slightly, as the waitress finally left and he put his wallet back in his pocket.
"I had a tip from a friend of a friend of a friend, etc. that this thing is responsible for the death of another hunter. Kind of a childhood hero for me, remember him?"
He began typing away at his own laptop.
The Spider
"Ahh, I see," Craig replied. "Yes, I remember him."
He tapped at his computer for a moment, then Isaac's file appeared on the screen.
"Well, well, he's a telekinetic too."
Christian
Christian spat coffee back into the mug.
"Telekinetic? The guy's telekinetic?" he needed to make sure he heard properly, "this guy's older than me, he might have more experience... I have no idea when I started."
He frowned for a moment.
"But it doesn't change anything," he insisted, "he has to be terminated. Whether by me or someone else, I don't care. As long as I get to watch if it isn't me."
The Spider
"I'm sure we can arranged something, " the spider purred. "I'm in Toronto at the moment. I'll meet you in Tulsa in a few days. I have something to finished here first."
He paused for a moment before continuing.
"I'll e-mail you his file. Anything else?"
Christian
"Ok, well I'm staying the hotel on Leyland Avenue so you know where to find me. This is the first time I've been outside since the 19th," he chuckled, "and only one murder since I arrived."
He scratched his neck, then closed the laptop.
"Ah... give me tabs on those brothers of his too, they might be a problem. Apparently they're a pretty close bunch. Other than that, nothing else."
The Spider
Craig tapped a few move keys.
"They're on their way," he said. "Talk to you later."
And the Spider hung up, smiling softly to himself. It mattered little that Christian told him where he was, he always knew anyway.
Christian
Christian also hung up, and threw the phone onto the table as he sat back and began to eat. He knew the emails would be waiting for him, but he'd rather be in the isolation of the hotel room when he read them... just as a precaution.
It only took a few minutes to finish, and put his phone in his pocket, grabbe dhis laptop, and headed up to the hotel room again. Once there, he set up his laptop once again, and raised his eyebrows in reaction to the information he was sent.
"A telekinetic, time freezer, and temp manipulator... interesting," he chuckled, "and they're from the same family."
He shook his head, and kept reading.