Alan and Fyriel - Short story

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He could see himself in the half-transparent glass. Fiddling with the visor of his cap resulted in a small card popping out like confetti from the hidden space inside. A short alarm rang as the doors opened, and Alan Seo covered his short Castleton green hair with the black cap once more. “I am back,” he said, “you can already guess the situation seeing that I am here so early.” Sitting on a chair was his best friend, Byzantium purple eyes glancing at his attire, “Nicely dressed, too. Had some time to spare, huh? The second bus ain’t coming?” “No. We waited with disguises, but there was not a single vehicle to be found,” he replied, “They are aware that we are after them and certainly acknowledge that the second round of donors are under our protection.” “Too bad you never had the chance to teach them a lesson. You’d simply lift the bus and bring it straight to the police!” laughed Fyriel Kinoblaze as he glued his eyes back to the screen full of camera records, “The first bus disappeared into a remote area and now I don’t know where it went, classic issue. I’ll let you know when we find it, you can go sleep in your office or whatever, just be on guard.” Alan countered, “How much of these papers have you gone through? I doubt you read all of them,” he asked. “Eh, there’s a lot from various places. Cleared all the hospital records, didn’t touch the Mage association’s ones yet,” was Fyriel’s answer, “Wanna read a few while I find that dreaded bus? I know a certain man who’d appreciate that, you know.” Alan had already finished reading a paper while listening and proceeded to read the next file. “The missing people are Soul Warriors and Mages, am I correct?” he questioned. “Right into business, are we? Yes, and that’s one of the only three things we know about this case. The second being the reason why you waited for that bus… Some people lured citizens by impersonating a blood donation institution.” “What is number three?” Alan asked. “The Mages all know healing magic. Does that ring a bell?” Fyriel said. “Perhaps… the opposing side needs the victims alive?” “Makes sense, since they also took immortal Soul Warriors as well... What kind of sick weirdos target people who donate blood, anyways?” “What is it that they want?” Alan questioned. “Nothing jolly, that’s for sure. Guess they need the victims’ abilities for something. Be it the creation of a weapon somehow using the abilities or revenge towards society.” Fyriel said while Alan read more documents. The sky was dark, with just the right amount of blue like Fyriel’s hair. Three hours past midnight was not a time one would enjoy being stuck with work, and Alan’s agreement manifested as the tall stack of examined documents on the desk. He could feel his magenta eyes craving the imagery of a soft bed, but reality shoved in the face of his colleague instead. “I wish to go home, Fyriel.” “Go home, then.” said the deep, low voice. “Yes. Yes, I would. If I could, that is!” Alan exclaimed towards his friend’s rather blunt reply. “Ahaha, it’s gonna take a while before we go home. The criminals aren’t gonna show up to the nearest police station and turn themselves in, now are they?” He continued with a smug smile, “You’re sticking around ‘cause you’re too soft, Al. Can’t bear the thought of leaving your best buddy pal all alone, scanning criminal history records and security cams by himself?” “Speaking of security cameras, I have a suggestion to narrow down your investigation range,” Alan said as he pulled out a dagger, “Whoa, watch where you hold that thing, Alan, this ain’t the training grounds!” Fyriel shouted. Alan’s vision was fixed on a table that had a wide map the size of six beds stuck together. The shouting distracted the people in the office, now looking at Alan like crowds in a concert. With a flick of his wrist, the dagger was high in the air. The knife pierced into the map with a thud. Murmurs nearby decorated the background for Alan’s announcement, “Low Pristine Halbert, check the cameras there!” All eyes were now on Fyriel, who started searching, “Nice piece of entertainment, Alan, but being real here, if finding vanishing buses was that easy, we’d be at home with a warm cup of milk in-” he stopped, “Grand Nature, there’s our bus!” he yelled. “Does this mean we can go home now?” Alan asked. “Hahaha, no.” Everyone saw Alan slump into a nearby couch, “Tell me when they get apprehended.” “Wake up, Captain. Action time’s near.” It was going to be a long night.