A man sat crosslegged on a white rug, in a dark room. Scattered around him were open notebooks and writing instruments. There were several low lamps, shining down on the pages, but not onto him. His black robes contrasted with his pale white skin. His brown hair flowed over his ears, and collected behind his shoulders. He looked as though he hadn’t shaven in a week. He arched his fingers and closed his eyes, as if he was praying.
His eyes shot open, and he immediately began to sift through his notebooks. Once he found the correct one, he began to write.
Vanessa murders Jamal, likely for perceived kidnapping of Paul. Her construct was red this time. Will follow up. Unless proven wrong, arrangements will be made for justice. Still need one more low profile super for Takeo.
He capped his pen, and laid it on the notebook. He sighed, and closed his eyes again. After a few moments, he opened them again, and scrambled for a different notebook. He scribbled down a name.
Ashley Dodson: F Atlanta, 20ish, enchantment powers?
Jean stood over Jamal in the sewer. His breathing could still be heard, which made for a slight problem. He got out his phone and dialed Mr. Smith. It rang for a moment, before someone picked up.
“Hello? Is it done?” Mr. Smith asked.
“Well, there’s a complication.” Jean hesitated. “The injury wasn’t fatal. He could likely pull through. What should we do?”
“Him surviving wasn’t a part of the plan. Take care of him.” The phone clicked off, as Mr. Smith hung up.
Jean looked down at Jamal once more. He turned away, and knelt down to pick up his gun. He turned back, and leveled his gun.