Missing Person

[Pyromaniac]

Jade hated the rain. He always had. Ever since he was a child he found reasons to hate the rain. When those reasons seemed childish he replaced them with new less childish ones. He checked his watch and sighed. It was still a few minutes before he was supposed to meet up with Alexis. He jammed his hands back into his coat pockets and continued to watch the Manhattan crowds.

He appeared calm but his mind was a flurry of activity. Cassandra was missing, which was bad, but what was worse was that most of his contacts were incapable of giving him any kind of useful information. He would say that people just don't disappear but the problem was that they did. All the time.

For now all he could do was wait and hope that perhaps Alexis had been more successful than he had.

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