The young couple huddled together against the cold December wind as they hurried down the street. Despite the man giving the woman his coat, she was still shivering, and he wasn’t doing so hot himself now that he was down to just his sweater. They stared at the ground and stepped quickly, navigating their course by memory and watching the sidewalk pass underneath them through the misty clouds they breathed into the air. As they turned a corner, they were brought up short as they almost collided with a tall figure, which jumped nimbly to the side. “Careful folks,” a cheerful baritone admonished. “You should be watching where you’re going!” The man in the sweater turned to deliver a blistering retort when he realized that the figure in question was dressed in a T-shirt, shorts, and sandals. Speechless, he stood there stunned while the underdressed man patted him on the back and said, “Anyway, have a nice night. Stay warm!” The couple stared at the man’s back as he walked away, seemingly unaffected by the cold. As he disappeared out of view, they shared a look that seemed to say “Only in New York City,” and continued on their way home.
The young man in the T-shirt whistled to himself as he strolled down the sidewalk. As he passed an alley, a short pudgy man in a trench coat joined him. The man in the T-shirt smirked at him. “A little overly dramatic, don’t you think? I approve of your costume, though. It’s very classic film noir.”
“Shut up,” snarled Trench Coat. “Stop acting like an idiot. You’re drawing attention to yourself with that ridiculous get-up.” Peering at the other man’s T-shirt, he asked, “Your shirt doesn't even spell ‘Lincoln’ right. What are you doing wearing a shirt from a park anyway?”
The young man snorted, “You wouldn’t understand, old man.”
“Whatever, I don’t wanna hear your bullshit anyway,” Trench Coat grumbled, increasing his pace. “Fucking kids these days…”
The two men entered an abandoned apartment building and ascended the stairs to the third floor. The younger man opened the door and gestured to Trench Coat, who rolled his eyes and stalked into the room. Several Others were seated in shabby chairs around a rather unsteady-looking table. The room was otherwise bare of any furniture or ornaments. Trench Coat took an empty seat, and the young man, not seeing any available chairs, elected to stand, leaning against the wall near the door.
An older-looking man seated at the head of the table stood and cleared his throat. “Well then, let us begin.”
“I will start with the bad news. It appears that the Chalk of Destiny has been recovered by the Inquisition, and is currently residing within their vault. It is certainly good that the Light Ones do not have it in their possession, but the Inquisition has been growing weaker of late, particularly with all the commotion in Russia. We cannot allow the Light Ones to grow powerful enough to force their way into the vault and take the Chalk of Destiny. In addition, it appears that the time of prophecy is drawing near, and the birth of the Messiah, the one born to wield the Chalk of Destiny, is at hand. This must also be prevented at any costs. To this end, I am suggesting that we operate a bit…outside the boundaries of the Treaty. We must not allow the Light Ones to grow stronger, no matter what methods we may be forced to use.”
The man fell silent for a moment, and then spoke again. “Fortunately, there is good news as well. It seems that the book Faran has also been found by the Inquisition. The very weakness of that institution that is so troublesome with respect to the Chalk of Destiny is also our advantage when it comes to taking the Faran. In addition, it seems that we have recently been able to procure a 12-Blood Vial. Our agent is on his way back to us to deliver it into our possession. This will be a tremendous help against the possibility of the Messiah returning.”
“In the meantime, we must do what we can to weaken the forces of the Light Ones. You have carte blanche to take whatever measures you think necessary against them. However, if you are caught, do not expect us to help you…”
The older man met the eyes of everybody in the room, as all present nodded at his last remarks. “Good then, I think we are adjourned. You will all be informed of our next meeting time and place.”
Chairs scraped on the wooden floor as the Others stood to leave. Frowning to himself, the young man in the T-shirt ducked out the door ahead of everybody. As he left the building, he began jogging down the sidewalk, anxious to make his next appointment. These fools were going about it all wrong. Nothing was more important than maintaining the Treaty; a battle between the Dark Ones and the Light Ones would destroy the world. It was vital that he return to his superior and report the members of this group so that they could be properly reprimanded.
The man was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn’t notice the creeping shadow on the balcony ahead. The blur of movement caught him completely by surprise, and before he could react, he was missing his jaw and a good chunk of his neck.
“I am sorry, Dark One,” a calm voice said above him, “but it is necessary. All of you must be removed. The war has begun. The Light will punish the wicked, and peace will be returned to the world. That is the way it should be.” The young man writhed on the ground in his death throes, and his final thought was that the one who had killed him was just as much a fool as those at the meeting he had just left…
The Light One removed the white overcoat that was stained with the dead Dark One’s blood and waved a hand over it ceremoniously. The overcoat caught flame instantly, and within a few seconds it had disintegrated into ash that blew away in the wind. The Light One reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. He dialed a number and waited patiently until someone picked up with a quiet “Yes?”
“I found one alone,” the Light One said. “He was easy to dispatch, it didn’t seem like he was paying much attention. In any case, I don’t think…”
“…be harming anybody anytime soon. The war against the Dark goes well, my friend.” The voice cut off as the recording ended.
“…and that’s the end of the call.” A Light Other sat in the Infotech room, clicking away at the computer in front of him as a rather large Other stood behind him. “Unfortunately, we weren’t able to trace either call, we just sort of picked it up off the ether. Clearly someone’s out there violating the Treaty, though.”
“Clearly,” the man behind him rumbled. “Do what you can to find out who these Others are. It seems we must do some housecleaning. I will try to procure help from some friends of mine.” He laid a hand on the shoulder of the techie. “Spare no effort. The Treaty must be preserved.” The hand left the techie’s shoulder and the man strode out of the room. The Light Other remained silent for a moment, lost in thought, and then the air was filled with the tick-tacking of his keyboard.
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