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| Scene Title | A Little Poison With Your Bread? |
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| Synopsis | It's starts out with stepping on cheap ramen and ends up with Minea seeing big purple spiders. |
| Date | March 9, 2009 |
Day or night, Canal Street is busy in Chinatown. Perfumes, purses, produce, pork, and poultry are all sold side by side in busy open storefronts. One entire portion of the street is dedicated to nothing but jewelry stores catering to various price ranges. Box vendors sell all manner of sizzling foodstuffs to passing pedestrians, some of it identifiable, some of it better left unexplained. The ambiance is one of business and pleasure.
Early evening sets in on the market, air cool, but not preventing people from displaying their wares for sale. Slush beneath the feet, what little snow and ice there was is melted through the generous application of salt mixed with gravel to prevent accidents. Here the various peoples of NYC mix and mingle between the various booths and open air tents who's sides flap in the breeze. The din makes it obvious that despite the march winds, it's going to be a busy night until curfew shuts everything down.
One such participant in the market is Minea, Gathering up some vegetables, tossing them into the bags and then down into her own bag. Days long, she has a favor to do for someone in an official and yet unofficial capacity but that can wait until tomorrow. Tonight, it's about food, and getting back to her old flat and familiar things. She's also for once, not dressed like some high class hooker, but back to her jeans, boots and leather jacket.
Eliot is in the market because Daniel needed him to pick something up, and wanted someone who wouldn't get double-crossed. Eliot has a way of making people like him enough to not want to shoot him, even if they were ordered to. So now he has the small package safely stowed away, and is walking down the market in a pair of slacks, a white button-up, and a warm overcoat, his sunglasses firmly on his nose to keep the last bits of the sun's glare from flashing his blue eyes from against the snow.
The market isn't exactly the place that Danika O'Kelley would admit to walking, less so if one looked at the regal way she carries herself. It is perhaps odd to find her walking where slush falls over her high heeled boots and food it bartered for upon the streets. Odd that is until they look at the aquamarine of her eyes. For it is in them that shadows make a home and darkness rules with a golden crown of thorned evil. She walks easily from place to place, a cool creature within the cool confines of a cool winter landscape. Her eyes move from the produce to scan the people within her range of sight. A few of them cause her lips to curve upwards in some sort of humored manner.
Markets are for people who need stuff, and Victor as a young guy with an apartment who has to work odd jobs to make ends meet needs stuff. He's already hauling two full bags of cheap groceries, having to hit the ramen and dried foods. Even when half the town is a wreck and the other half overrun with undesirables New York is an expensive place to live. The prices never go down, they just freeze in place as if that's good enough. He's got a red watch cap on and his breath condenses in puffs before him as he walks down the sidewalk, trying to shuffle a back into two hands so he has a free hand to pull out a list scrawled in a feminine hand. Jeans and a jacket of red polyester which is a few shades darker than the cap he wears keeping him warm against the night chill.
Minea's pulls away from the stall she was at, nearly colliding with victor. Instead though, she collides with his bags, one of which splits it's bottom,s pilling the contents all over the ground of the market. Woe be to the young man and his packages of ramen. 'Shit. Sorry kid"
Eliot stops walking, his feet going /crunch/ as he steps on the pile of ramen just lying there. "Oops." He doesn't seem too sorry, but he does step back, offering Victor and Minea a brief smile. "Sorry, didn't see it there." At least he apologized, right? Hey. He's not so bad…
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. The ramen is stepped on and Danika looks down at her shoes in annoyance. "Are you fucking kidding me?" The words tumble out of her lips in a sultry manner as she lifts her left foot. She tries to shake the package, which has adhered itself through to her shoe by way of the heel piercing it, "Really?" She finally gets it shaken off her boots and stares at Victor. "Look dumbfuck, if you can't carry it all, don't buy it." Right, she's supposed to be apologizing or something, right?
What else could go wrong today? Vic just stops where he is, standing there while the contents of his bag roll and bounce depending on their form. And crunch. He picks up the split bag and looks at the bottom of it, as if there was any way any of it could NOT have fallen out.
It's totally empty of course.
Vic just stares at Minea, Eliot, and Danika in turn, somehow managing not to put any actual blame in his stare, but just…fatigue. He even seems impervious to Danika's words. It's like he's too callused to care anymore, where he might've once. Shaking his head he sets down his intact bag and begins folding up the one split one to stick it in with the good one. And then he goes about seeing how much of what's left he can fit into the one good bag. It won't be everything. He's wasted some money tonight, no getting around it.
Delilah has arrived.
'Hey, it's not his fault. It's mine. Alright, so cool it" Minea speaks up with a frown for Danika and a hand up in a back off gesture. Digging into her own bags, the reusable kind, she pulls out two of them, kneeling down to help pluck up what can be slavaged from the spilled contents. 'Just a shitty day i'm sure for him. Maybe you can help pick up the stuff that's rolled away? Or you can keep up the Manhattan stereotype of being selfish and uncaring" up goes some salvaged ramen into the replacement bags.
They're all standing around Victor, who's ramen fell on the snowy sidewalk and was trampled by Eliot and Danika. Eliot, for his part, looks down at Minea and smiles. "Sure, I'll help." He doesn't, but it sure sounds like he will, and it's the intention that counts, right? His eyes glide back up to Danika, and he reaches up, pulling his sunglasses down. "Hummunah, hummunah, hum. Been a long time, darlin'." He grins, wide.
Danika blinks at Minea as if she's gained three heads all of a sudden. "Right. I'd love to help but you are doing such a great job and I wouldn't want to be in the .." Her voice trails off at the sound of Eliot's. There is a moment where the blood drains from her face and then she's reaching out to try and take his arm. "Darling. It has seemed to be forever. Did you see what they did to my shoes?" She pouts out her lower lip and offers. "I just got the boots."
A look is offered up just to Minea as Vic retrieves some of his errant groceries. There is a sort of dullness to the look, but he offers, "Thank you." And just one glance is given to Danika briefly. He apparently isn't so worried about Eliot. When you're overshadowed by that kind of rudeness you automatically look better. "Just…leave the stepped-on stuff." Vic says about the ramen.
"Keep the bags" Minea would says omething to Danika about then why the hell are you here but, whats the point, she's now talking with the other guy who doens't look like perhaps he might belong here either. There's fifty bucks slipped into the bag with other food going into it. The unbroken ramen, cans, things that spilled, even stretching between the feet of someone nearby with a polite "pardon" offered up.
Eliot blinks at Danika's hand on his arm and follows her with a smirk, glancing back at the two people behind him. Not like he cares. He turns to Danika and raises a brow. "I'm sure you'll survive the ramen on your boots, babe. How've you been?"
Stopping next to Minea and Vic, Katherine watches the can roll between her feet. As Minea reaches for it, Kat bends over and picks it up and offers it to the wayward shopper. She chuckles to Victor, "Please tell me she didn't do this." indicating Min. "I can't take her anywhere, it seems." she teases as she stands back up straight. "Sorry I got lost back there. Trying to grab a few things." she holds up her other hand, plastic bag hanging from it loaded with goods. "Can't seem to pass up a good deal when I see it."
"She did, but I'm not mad." Vic answers Katherine with a baleful look which ends in a glance/glare at Danika, who likely doesn't even see it. He asks Minea, "Is there a place I can drop them off at? I don't mind returning them to you." Which is to say he's not in a position to turn down any offers like gifted reusable bags, but is going at least make an effort to get them back to the good samaritan.
Danika's lower lip quivers as the petulent expression continues. Her bright blue eyes starting to shimmer with wetness as she looks at Eliot. Then a deep breath is taken. "But it wasn't even the good ramen, it was like the top ramen that is five for a dime." She sighs outwards to that and then looks at the others gathered. "Well I suppose we should buy him new groceries then." Her eyes flash as she smiles towards Eliot, "By we, I of course mean you and by buy him more, I mean pull out your wallet and hand him some greenbacks, Lover." She lifts her shoulders to his inquiry. "I've been as I should be. How about yourself?" Her eyes move towards Minea with a feline sort of smile, hard to tell if it is friendly or cruel.
The problem with living with someone who's more or less a pro level chef in terms of skill is their extreme pickiness in ingredients. Leland has sent Felix out to the market to pick up some obscure spices, and the Fed is limping along, gamely enough. He's in a leather jacket, t-shirt, and jeans - his hair's been shaved nearly to the scalp to accomodate the stitching and bandaging on one side of his head. Minea has his attention, once he spots her, but he doesn't call out to her.
"Yeah yeah, it was me Katherine. I bumped into his bag, split it, but alls good, giving him some of my bags to make up for it" She wasn't expecting the other agent. well shit. Roll with it. "Though snooty over there is whining that her boots have come in contact with something five cents" There's a jerk of her head Danika's way. The last can is rescued, popped into the bag and passed to Victor. "I have more, keep em. At least I didn't bring my pink ones hmm? Bag up your second one, here" she snaps out the second bag, black and white patterend so that the other bag of groceries can be put in something more sturdier for long term and distance haulage. "Oh I think we've got it handled here, don't put yourself out. Like you said, it's just top ramen, five for a dime" Felix is unseen and therefore unwaved and unacknowledged.
"You want me to pay for his food when I wasn't even the one that made him drop it?" Eliot snorts at Danika. "Please." He glances back at Victor and Minea and shakes his head. He knows from poor; and honestly, he's had to go through worse. The kid will survive. "As you 'should be' isn't an answer. I'm fine." Suddenly, there's too many people for Eliot, who might pay attention to him and the redhead he's with. "Wanna go somewhere else to reminisce?"
A glance in the direction that the other agent is indicating sees Kat gives Danika a glance, then a second glance as she also notes Eliot there. Neither seem familiar to her though the girl is cute, she turns back to Min. "Well, if you need some extra cash to pay for the damaged groceries, I might have a few bills." she pulls out her billfold and digs through, she offers Minea.
Danika curves her hand a bit tighter on Eliot's arm. "Well I would be happy to catch up with an old friend. Still… I should probably clear up matters with the little spitfire there." She looks at Minea and curves her lips upwards. "I mean I'm sure it was all just a misunderstanding." She offers her hand to help the other woman up.
Victor gives Minea a small shake of his head. He wouldn't touch that woman's hand if she were begging for it at this point, and based all on how she's acted in the past few minutes. Not that he knows a single thing about her, it's just that he's sure he knows enough. Somehow, given the fact that attention spans are all over the place, Vic manages to put his bags in order in an expedient hurry. Like it's the simplest thing for him just to stack and stick things where they need to be. And he gets to his feet with both bags in tow. He looks between Katherine and Minea and tells Kat, "Your friend's really nice."
"Agent Marks," Felix says, finally bothering to pick his way through the crowd, "Miss Dahl." Not that he can really be of any help, but hey, he can at least not totally ignore them. He's clutching a scrap of paper in one hand, forgotten.
Sure, just announce it to everyone. She hears her name and turns around until her eyes fall on Felix. "Agent Ivanov." She looks from Minea to Felix. "You two know each other?" Her attention is drawn back to Victor who has gathered up his things. She grins over to him and nods. "Well, she's pretty swell, if you ask me. It's why I keep her around." In reality, she doesn't know Agent Dahl all that well, met only a couple of occasions. She keeps up appearances, so as not to draw too much attention, though that may all change here shortly.
Minea's spurning the hand offered by Danika, she's able to get up on her own actually from her crouching position with ease. "I'm sure, but thank you, I can manage on my own" Little spitfire, heh. Jsut like that Minea's moving away from the redhead, gather her own bags back up. "Not nice, just doing what shoudl be done, since I caused the accident in the first place" Danika and Eliot are unacknowledged now, a glance to Felix is favored. "Yeah, Agent Ivanov and I go back a few months. We worked a case with each other. He's okay" Giving the fed clearance to the other company agent before she looks down to Victor. "You okay there? Do you need a taxi anywhere? Names minea" She fishes in her pocket for a business card, producing one for the speedster.
Did she say 'Agent' something? Eliot furrows his brow and grabs Danika by the wrist, pulling her away without saying good bye to anyone else. He doesn't need to be asked questions, after all. "Come on then, let's catch up."
Danika looks at Minea in a sad sort of way. Then she sighs and looks up at Eliot. "I do so hate when you pull me. A true gentleman places his hand upon the small of the woman's back and guides her." There is a pause. "You do think me a lady, right?" She does however leave with the man. Target found. Target acquired. Security risk minimal and payout maximum. Oh it is a good night in the land of crime.
Yeeaaaaaah….people here know each other, and Vic doesn't know any of these crazies. But he's pretty sure he dislikes two of them and has a good impression of a third one. The rest are neutral in his eyes. He offers a smile that fails to touch his eyes as he takes the card Minea offers and says again, "Thank you, Minea. I'm Vic." He pauses and says, "I don't need a taxi, thanks. Transportation's not a problem for me." And then he begins tying up the ends of the cloth bags as if there might be an issue with stuff coming out of them. What's that about?
It's always great, how people react when you're addressed that way. Though Fel is far from the usual image of a Fed, at the moment. He watches Eliot and Danika go thoughtfully, before looking back to Kat and Minea. "Yes," he agrees, affably, hands in his pockets.
Kat watches Victor with some amusement, unsure of what exactly is going on with him, but isn't about to ask. She gives him a smile and nods. "Nice to meet you Vic. I'm Kat." Years of training has told her not to shake hands with anyone knew, especially due to certain evolved abilities that manifest upon touching. She keeps one hand holding the bag and the other stuff into her pocket. "You live around here?" she asks him, wanting to make sure he's going to make it home okay. Being run over by Minea is enough to ruin anyone's day.
A brief glances is given back towards Eliot and Danika as something just.. seems.. off there. The look is brief before she turns back to the others around her.
Yeah, something seems off. "Well Vic, it was nice to meet you, you take care. Make sure n other people bump into you. Trying the bag, eh, maybe weird, not the weirdest she's ever seen. "Felix Katherine, Katherine Felix. Caht, I'm going to go get something I need real quick hmm?" There's a gesture to a booth a few feet away dislaying some breads and she heads that way.
There's only one other person at the stall right now, aside from the person running it. Delilah has one earbud in one ear, and the other lain over her shoulder. So much for paying attention to the rest of the street. The redhead is in the process of eyeballing some questionable nut loaves, a concentrated line of a mouth on her features. A pale blue skirt peeks out from under a coat, a stark contrast against the grays of the sidewalks and street.
"Yeah thanks again." Vic says to Minea, then offers a kind look at Katherine.
And then all of a sudden Vic completely blows out of sight down the street. Stray bits of litter, including the remnants of the stepped-on ramen that was trashed when he dropped it, whip about in little whirlwinds as he goes. It causes quite a few looks. Yeah. That young man was definitely not your average run-of-the-mill human being.
Wow.. that's.. Speedster. There's glance to Katherine in regards to the sudden "poof" of Victor, brows raised. She'll let Katherine deal with it, if she wants to and let Felix and her chat. "Pardon me" Minea's leaning past Delilah to get to a loaf that looks appealing, a brush of her hand accidentally against the other womans.
"Why yes," Felix says, mildly. But feels no particular urge to pursue. One of us, one of us. He watches Vic vanish into the distance, amused.
Kat follows Minea over to the bread as she nods to Felix. "Felix, huh? We've met." she informs Minea. And she's not all that interested in trying to chase down Victor. He doesn't seem to be any sort of threat so she lets him go. Not that she could have caught up with him, mind you. She glances at Delilah for a moment before she asks Minea. "Bread here any good? I normally just buy the stuff at the supermarket." Oh, exciting conversation these two have.
Delilah draws her arm away from the contact only after Minea brushes past, still only half-aware. Something something, is the bread any good- "It's not really." At least she is honest, Kat, even if you weren't talking to her. Of course, the baker makes a face at this. Then why is she here? Oh, girls.
"I like the stuff from here better. Can slice it to my own desired thickness. Mr secret agent over there liked it when he stayed with me." She's doing it just to annoy him, get a rise. There's a shift of movement and Minea accidentallys teps on Delilah's toes, with her tough winter boots and all, unknowingly.
Huhs. Kat looks from Delilah to Minea and shrugs. "So you like it, but you don't? That doesn't help me out much." She picks up a loaf of this and a loaf of that, to give it a try. She hands over some cash to the vendor who seems to be giving Delilah the evil eye for criticizing her baking. But she got a sale anyone from Kat, so she doesn't say anything. "Thanks for shopping here." Kat offers a smile in return and nods, noticing the glance and her eyes fall again on Delilah.
Fel remains unruffled. Might be all the drugs he's on, for real. "I did?" he asks, mildly. Apparently he just doesn't remember.
OUCH. That hurts- those are my toes, thank you, and in heels, oh my god- tears automatically wet Dee's eyes and the girl lets out a yelp; the hand closest to Minea grabs at the woman's arm as the redhead stumbles off balance trying to get her foot back. Pain is one of the more negative triggers that unfortunately cause her to act up in unnatural ways. The surface of Lilah's skin already gives off an invisible, small dose of surprise. The palm of her hand that reaches for Minea is covered by then with an unseen film of toxins that will take little time to absorb through Minea's pores.
"Shit" God she's just clumsy as hell tonight. Christ Minea get your head in the right place. "First the kid and now you" Minea moves away from Deliah a step or two, looking down. 'Sorry about that, i'm sorry miss. Today is just not my day. You okay?" Her hand still in the womans hold, thinking nothing of it.
Well, there goes the bread in this place. Not that she actually knows it, or she'd already be quaranteeing the place, but she glances down at the youngster and asks. "Are you okay?" She shakes her head at Minea. "You're not on your game this week, are you?" she gives her fellow agent a grin. "Someone feed you clumsy pills or something?" It's a lame joke, but really, who's listening? Felix? Minea? Then there's Delilah. "Do we need to look at your foot?" she asks, making sure Delilah is alright.
"Me?" Felix says, mildly. "I'm out of it, sorry. On painkillers, so I'm no damn good to anyone."
Delilah grinds her teeth for a few seconds, picking up her foot just behind her to check under her shoe quickly for any obvious damage. Her hand in the process, leaves Minnie, but not after having dosed the woman with something she'll notice in a minute or two. "Oh, shit. Ouch. Fuck. That hurt. I'm okay, I think. Ouch. Damn, lady." The last bit isn't said in anger- more like a second of disbelief. Girl can squish.
'Sorry, really, here lemme pay for your bread" Minea offers , taking her hand back, digging it in her pocket again, producing a ten. 'Yeah, not my week at all Marks, not in the least" She shakes ehr head, scowling as she looks to her palm adn the dampness. Stupid ground, the brunette shakes her head, stuffing the rest of her money away. "really, i'm just sorry. At least it was my boots and not my stiletteo's"
Kat glances down at Delilah's foot and as the girl says she's think she's okay, admidst a slew of swearing. She turns back to Minea, who seems to be compensating the girl for her trouble. "I should take you shopping for flats. Keep the heels away from you. You're dangerous." The mention of painkillers and her attention turns to Felix. "Everything okay?" Not that she hasn't noticed the bandages, but she wasn't going to pry. Well, she /wants/ to pry, she is female after all. "Job related? Or did Harrison finally lose it?" she smirks.
That has Felix smirking. "Harrison's a dove. I fucked up and got jumped by a suspect. Not exactly my finest hour, let's put it that way," he explains, before glancing up and down for the place selling spices.
Delilah holds up her hands in front of herself, waggling them and eyeing Minea closely. "No, no, It's fine. I don't think I was going to get any." She can bake her own. Possibly, she was only scouting for ideas. "But thank you, anyway."
"He got jumped by Flint Deckard1. he did what I wasn't able to do. but then he didn't have Leah Decakrd and her phasing goodness to filch him out from under hi…." Whoah, wait a minute. World has gone… purple. Miena's words pause, the brunette looks around, blinking.
The name Deckard strikes a familiar tone with Kat, as she recalls that name being mentioned by Veronica Sawyer during a friendly chat. "You got Deckard?" she asks Felix, before she turns to Minea. "Are.. are you okay? YOu don't look too hot." She didn't notice Min eating any of the bread. Her eyes go from the baker to the girl to Felix. Something's wroung here. Her hand moves to Minnie's back so she doesn't fall back and concuss herself.
"With help, yes, I…." Fel breaks off, peering at Minea. "What's wrong?" he asks, also moving to help support her.
Delilah is about to put her second earbud back in and depart, just when Minea seems to be distracted by something in front of her that doesn't seem to be there. The redhead blinks back now, glancing towards the woman's duo of apparent friends. "There's been a flu going around…" She offers weakly, sparing a hopefully unseen look at her palm. Oh, hell no.
It's a good thing there's hands on her back, as the company agent starts looking around, shaking her head as if it would clear away whatever it is that she see's. Her bag of groceries are dropped when her hands grab at Katherine's coat, then Felix's. "Holy fucking shit" She's not running but Minea's seeing something, a really big something from the looks of it from the way she cranes her head up. It's a death grip on either agent's jackets.
Kat's gaze looks up into the sky where Minea seems to be terrified of something. "What.. do you see?" she asks. She keeps her hold on Min, but glances over at Delilah. "Just a moment, young lady." Oh! "Do you know what's going on with my friend here?" she asks, turning to Felix. "We may need an ambulance." she suggests, unsure of what exactly is happening here.
"Minea, what's wrong? Talk to me," Felix urges, glancing around and pulling out his cellphone. "Dial 911," he says to Kat, curtly. "Better to annoy the EMTs than waste any time."
Delilah plays it cool for now, and just looks at Minea as if she had grown a Siamese twin- then at Kat in the same way. "I dunno- my cousins had it too, and one just… passed out on the school bus. Maybe she has that one."
'I d.. don'.. oh fuck" Minea's right hand pulls from Felix, the gun tucked in at her waist in it's invisible belt hold is grabbed, safety flipped off in one motion, moving to aim her weapon upwards, thankfully away from any persons. "What the fucky Kitty" Panic causing her breathing to ratchet up, heartrate skyrocket. "What the fuck. Get your gun out" Not comprehending that it's quite possibly a hallucination.
Oh yes. Kat doesn't swear. She just.. doesn't. But there comes a time in every girl's life that no matter what, there is an 'oh shit' moment. And so it occurs. "Oh shit. Min!" She reaches for the weapon, making sure to keep it upwards. 911 will have to wait, it seems, as the phone is dropped. If she can, she's going to reach for the safety and push it back into place. If she can't.. she'll just hope that no one gets shot. Regardless, she's going to have to tackle Minea to the ground, and so she attempts, leaving Delilah unattended.
"Min, stand down. You're seeing things. You're sick," Fel really shouldn't be using his speed this soon after an injury, but he does…snatching the gun out of Minea's hand before disaster can occur, a momentary blur of motion. Thank god he doesn't fumble it. He hands it off to Kat, once it's safetied.
Alright, sweet, now she is certifiably nutty, and her friends are subduing her. Meanwhile, Delilah has kept an eye on the trio, but at a slow tiptoe backwards. Dootdoodoodoot~. Nothing here to see. Your friend is going bonkers, worry about her.
Felix gets the gun easy, but he knows and so would anyone else who knows her, that Minea's not a girl who carrys one. Panic and fear motivating the company agent, not caring about Delilah, the brunette lifts a leg, going for the second gun around her calf. She's stopped though by her head twitching to the side once, twice, three times, repeatedly. Not a seizure just a twitch. Like the woman just might have tourette's if she weren't deathly whipering to Kat and felix about the big ass fucking spider that's purple, and its crawling over the market and that if they stay really really still maybe it won't see them and she won't need to shoot it.
Okay, the second weapon should have been expected. Considering that Felix has the edge on speed, she grabs that phone and punches in 911 while she tries to hold the agent down. "Min. There are no frickin spiders. You're having some sort of vision or illusion. It's NOT REAL!" she shouts at the womans face. "Need an ambulance NOW down at the Canal Street market. I have no idea what's wrong with her, just get your ass here now." she places the phone on the ground, still connected in case the call needs to be traced for location. She's about four second away from slapping Minea in the face a few times. Okay, that would be just for the fun of it, as this might be the only instance where she can get away with it.
Man. Kat and her….sweetness and cooperation with other female agents. "No, Min, no. It's okay," Felix says, soothingly. "It's not real. You're safe. Now, tell me, are you on any medicines?" And then there's Delilah, and Fel jerks a chin in her direction. Kat, get her. Yes, it's rude, but he's sort of used to giving orders.
"You see what I see and tell me it's not real" The brunette twitches and venemously snaps back at Felix. To her, it's very much real and it's a weird shake of her head in answer to the drugs even though "Roofie. four… five days ago?" something like that. Felix and cat are lucking out though, less inclined to fight, or to flight, Minea seems to be slipping into unconcious, though twitches still.
Okay, time to go. Delilah is sharp enough to know when the jig is up- and it's up. Already she is turning heel to scamper away down Canal Street, ducking around the corner of a canvas wall as soon as one aisle is open.
As the girl sprints off, Katherine is more concerned about her fellow agent, when she hears the sirens in the background. Trusting Felix to take care of Minea, she goes off after the girl.
Unfortunately, as she turns the corner, there's no sight of Delilah. She looks up and down the way, but only vendors and customers and no one looking like the girl was there. She digs her phone out of her pocket and calls in. "Possible Hallucinigen.. or something down at Canal. Agent down. Heading to the nearest medical facility. Description of suspect to follow."
She gives a general description of the girl followed by the usual 'be on the lookout for' and 'approach with extreme caution until we know what exact the girl can do.'
Disgusted with herself and as the sirens continue to blare, Kat finally turns and heads back, going to ride with Dahl to the hospital to find out exactly what that girl did to her.
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