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Blog Book, Day 4

Hey, people. It's day four. what are you thinking so far? All good things I hope. Anyway, here we go. Read it, like it, share it with all of your friends.




-I hereby bring this meeting to order. John, would you do me the honor of passing the coffee?
-Yup. Here you go, John.
-Thanks. I want you all to update me on how your section is, and your reformed devil.
A deepening silence ensued and grew awkward, until the confused leader looked up from stirring his coffee.
-What? Is there something on my face?
One of the men pointed behind him, he turned around. Standing confidently a few feet away was a girl with multicolored hair, creamy skin, tore jeans and flashing blue eyes.
-Who are you?
The man kindly inquired.
-My name is of no use to you. I want to help with the operation.
-Oh...
The leader looked around at his fellow operation team members for approval.
-Sure!
A younger man, probably about seventeen popped up. The girl smiled at him and went to sit next to him.
-Alright then, John you will be training her.
-No problem sir. She can help me with my section and my reformed devil.
-Good.
The men proceeded to update their leader and each other about the happenings in their sections. After an hour of passing coded messages back and forth, the meeting finally concluded and they all went their separate ways.



-Hey, thanks for taking me under your wing, Henry.
-No problem. What were you thinking though? You could get killed doing this kind of thing.
-Nah. Not me.
Rei waved off her friend's warning nonchalantly.
-Do you even know what we do in the operation?
-um...Nope. But you are about to tell me.
Rei glanced at him playfully, a look he could hardly resist loving.
-Well, there you are right. We are sort of like, undercover police slash ninjas slash the people that contact heroes.
-Oh cool. Where do we begin?
-Well I actually have a meeting with the spirit that we call Remix. In this alleyway.
They turned sharply around a corner into a dark alleyway. Rei looked around, not sure what she was looking for.
-Henry.
-Heeey, how's it going-
-Don't say my name.
- Uh.... Alright then. Why not?
-Because I said so.
-Huh. Whatever floats your boat. Anyway. I came to inform you that there is a new gang in the neighborhood to watch out for. They are really strong and violent. They call themselves the Scarred Harps. That's so totally lame.
-I know them. We need to keep a close eye on them.
-With a name like that?
Rei piped in for the first time. During this whole conversation she had been looking closely at the creature before her. He was long and skinny, but not lacking in muscle mass. He seemed to have dark hair, but then the whole alley way was dark so she couldn't be sure. On his back were two massive black wings. He looked at her.
-I know the members personally. You do not want to mess with them.
-Oh.
-Henry, is that all? I have places to be. Things to do and whatnot.
-Um, yes I think so.
-Okay then. Good bye. Watch your backs.
-We will.
The creature stretched his wings and soared into the sky. His wingspan must have been three times the length of his body. It was magnificent.
-That was weird. He usually asks how...oh.
-What? What does he ask?
-Nothing. He just seemed really uncomfortable today for some reason.







Rei peeked timidly around the corner. Three giant men sat playing cards and muttering darkly. It had been two days since the meeting with Remix.When no one was looking, she had seized the opportunity to prove herself by finding the hide out of the Scarred Harps. Suddenly, she sneezed. All three men looked up.
-She's here.

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