Marshall Guffery
Guffery was nearing the Seattle subway when he heard his phone ring. Whisking it out of his pocket, he answered the call.
"Yes?"
"You might want to hurry it up a bit."
Guffery continued walking, before quickening his pace. He rushed down the stairs and through the turnstiles, before stopping to catch his breath.
"Where?"
"Look over to your left," the voice instructed almost sinisterly, "see any familiar faces?"
Squinting a little, Guffery withdrew a pair of spectacles from his coat and placed them on his nose.
"Who am I looking for, exactly?"
"You might not recognize him, actually. The boy with the bleached hair. Street rat type. Calls himself `Bells' these days*"
Guffery spotted the ragged young man the voice had pointed out to him, and began to make his way over. He sensed the young man's power already, and immediately borrowed it as he hung up the phone.
When he got to him, he placed his hand around the back of his neck. The young man froze.
"Well hello Casey," Guffery almost whispered in pleasure, "how nice it is to see you again. What have you been up to lately?"
Casey's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to reply.
"Ah, ah*" Guffery wagged his finger in front of his eyes, "there'll be plenty of time for chit chat later. Plenty of time. Are you coming willingly, or do I need to bother myself with the assistance of a telepath?"
Casey gulped, then nodded slightly.
"Good."
Casey hissed slightly as Guffery held the back of his neck like a dog's ruff, and began to lead him out of the subway.