The office near bus stop 3 F, the place where the heroes in the crime prevention section gather every morning to report.
Among the 8 newbies, all have their official vest/jacket worn on top.
"Well, it's your first day having it. But those are optional, you can go around in your own costume if you want." A female official said to the new batch.
"Anyway, I know it's late, but good work on your first day. One of you even solved a case left unattended."
"Today won't be any different, you go out there, walk, and interfere if there were some disturbance. Socializing with the townsfolk was recommended, as they can become a stepping stone toward an advancement in your career."
"Now, go in pairs. No senior will be guiding you today." Said the female official dismissing the new batch.
"Hey, Sayyea, right? Wanna pair with me? Among those assigned areas, one was my street, born and raised."
A young man, about twenty years of age, with a thin beard was approaching Sayyea. The man was wearing goggles and a hat worn backwards.
"The name's BackDrop, I know, it sounds like a decor. But i can mingle unnoticed, just like my name. Hahah." Said the decor giggling.
"Yeah, Sayyea here. I'll take up your offer." Sayyea said while shaking hands with BackDrop.
Just like the day before, they walked to the alleys, but it was further from the office, about three blocks away from the alley with the "cat".
"Hawk and Sizzle, street? It sounds somewhat, appetizing." Sayyea said as she read the sign.
"Yeah, but they are named after Two figures living here, those two were heroes that died protecting their own home from the corps. You see, a few years ago, the streets was about to be taken over, and made to be a grand Mall. In short, the people fought, the corps brought some punks, and two heroes fought them off."
"But then they died?" Sayyea asked, half heartedly listening while looking at the street vendors.
"Yeah, but while dragging the corps name through the fire with them. Well, anyway, that place has the best dumplings in the whole neighbourhood." BackDrop said as he pointed at a vendor with hanged lanterns.
"Heh, I like you. Your treat?" Sayyea said while looking at him.
"No probs, they know me, I'll get us a family discount."
Two people sat facing each other, with stacks of bamboo steamer between them.
There were shrimp har gow, pork shumai, stuffed buns, guotie, and a lot more being served.
"Eat a lot, sweetie. It's rare for my son to bring a girl with him. I know you're just a work mate, but, treat him well." What seems like a mother figure came to their table.
"Hahahah you got me, it's where I live. This place will be taken over by me someday. But I'll protect it in the meantime." BackDrop said as he ate some.
"These are, superb. Even without discounts, the prices of these was absolutely, affordable. Hey, you got some noodles here?" Sayyea asked while gulping down one stack of dumplings.
"Unfortunately, no. Not when I'm on duty. Call me on an off day, I'll whip up some of my new menus." BackDrop said proudly.
"That would be nice." Sayyea said as she has finished eating another stack.
"Hey, you don't need to pay. It's on me today."
"No, for your mother, or at least take it as an advance for the noodles." Sayyea said while giving some printed cash.
"Well, shall we continue our stroll? After a brunch, it's only right to get some work done after." He said while greeting his mom goodbye.
The street mostly sold food and items of eastern origins. Only a few western style shops were opened. It was mostly buildings with different decoration and paint, but they seems ironicaly uniformed.
Except for one, there stood a single building, larger than the other, seemingly under construction.
"This was a remnant of the mall they tried to built. Now, it's a den of non working good-for-nothings."
"I used to hangout here, catch a few smokes. But, after a few strangers came, they took over the building."
"I recommend my streets to be inspected today, it was for this. We need backups obviously, but let's get a look around first."
"I see, you said your ability was stealth based, right?" Sayyea asked.
With that said, her partner became one with the decor, staying true to his name.
"I'll scout the area, you wait here?" The walls said something to Sayyea.
"I'll go in. They're mostly punks, right? I'll get their attention."
So they stepped in the building.
It was mostly beams, and a few walls built here and there. Some materials were left behind. What awaits Sayyea after stepping in the building was three punks sitting around a table.
"Hello, can anyone help me?" Sayyea said after she took off her uniform.
Now she looks just like a lost tourist.
"Are you lost, miss? Can't you see that verbotten outside?" One punk wearing torn jeans walked up to Sayyea.
"You didn't seem to work here, is this building occupied?" Sayyea asked.
"Hey, let her sit here! We got beers and chips, miss, you want some?"
"But we got no more chairs, mind sitting on the table? Or you sit here on my lap? Hahahahah." One bearded punk with winter jacket laughed.
"I'll sit on the taller one." Sayyea said as she sat on a stack of pallets.
As she sat on a platform in front of the table, it made her long legs more apparent. With the short jumpsuit and boots she wore, her smooth thighs were exposed in front of the three punks.
"So, can I ask around now?" Sayyea said as she crossed her legs.
With her legs crossed. The openings of her jumpsuit revealed her inner thigh.
"Well, here." The jeans wearing punk said as he tossed a cold can to Sayyea.
"What are you going to ask, miss? If you're lost, I'll recommend you to get the hell out of here. If, you came here for us, that's a good start."
"What is?" Sayyea asked.
"A masked woman, with revealing clothes approaching us out of nowhere? And moreover day drinking with us now?"
"That's a show of balls, you are one of those heroes aren't you, miss?" The last of the three finally spoke.
Unlike the others, He seemed to dress a lot more tidily.
"Well, let's get straight to the point. This place was long abandoned. So, who gave you permission to live here?" Sayyea said as she pointed a few tents built around the beams.
"No one, we just live here, and no one seems to care. If you want to question us, go upstairs. That's where our leader stayed. Come, both of you, get up!" The man said to the other punks.
"Heh heh, ladies first." One punk with the thick jacket walked behind Sayyea.
As she were walking upstairs, the punk behind her grabbed her left *gluteus maximus.*
His fingers also get in the gaps of her jumpsuit, getting inside her undergarment she wore.
Just as the punk were about to say something, his jaw were hit with a boot's heel. Losing strength, the punk fell from the stairs, then laid there unmoving.
The other two was about to move, however.
"Now you're getting ahead of yourself. Stay your hands! Take me to your boss!" As Sayyea turn up her tone, the two punks left were stunned, then proceeded walking upstairs awkwardly.
With her hand rested behind her waist, she walked up the stairs confidently.
At the upper level, there were more tents built, with more punks sitting here and there.
They stared at the woman walking behind two of their friends. Why was a woman brought here? Is it the boss that asked for her? That's what they wanted to ask.
"Stay! Who's in charge here?" Sayyea said aloud.
With a dozen punks stunned, Sayyea walked right in the midst of them.
She looked around, all the punks seemed to dress as they please, all seemed to be men of northern origin, with blond hairs.
Now she noticed, they all seems to wear matching boots, and the tents built here and there were of the same brand. Not just random tarps used by the homeless.
"Are you inside?" Sayyea asked as she walked into the tent furthest behind.
"I'll come in! Stay there!" Sayyea said in a high tone. The air around her thickened.
What seemed like the biggest tent around had a plastic door leading inside. Inside, there was a table with papers stacked quite high, there was a man sitting behind the desk, bigger than most punk present. The most notable feature of the man was that, even though he dressed tidily, he had burn scars on the lower half of his face which makes him more pressuring than the other punks.
Sayyea sat at the chair in front of the desk, and crossed her feet, rested her arms at her lap, with one hand supporting her chin.
"So, who are you? I heard reports that your, stay here has brought others discomfort."
The man leaned in closer, seemingly confident.
"We are, here to finish what we started. We'll build, anew." The man explained. Seemingly struggling to utter a word.
"You were sent by the mall owner?" Sayyea asked.
"No, I am. I own this piece of land, and is it not my right to build whatever I want, on my own land?"
"As far as I recall, this land was now community owned. There was legal takeovers. But no, there was no building permit being done, so it was left as is." Sayyea answered. Straightening her posture.
"Because, I don't permit it, the legal corps came to me, asked my sign. I said no, I'll fight for what is rightly mine. And no yellow monkeys can stand in my way." The owner surprisingly broke free from Sayyea's command to 'Stay'.
The owner proceeded to move back hastily. As the thudding sound of the owner hitting the inner content of the room was heard, something being thrown was also heard. That something was dropped underneath Sayyea's chair.
With it, came a blinding light, and a loud ringing voice.
Panicked, suddenly living in a world of white and silences, Sayyea screamed in a high pitched sound, then launched herself upwards, ripping the tent apart.
Still can't hear anything, and eyes blurry, she floated above the crowd.
The loud bang seemed to snap the punks out of her spell.
"Get her!" Closing his eyes, the owner yelled at the punks.
The punk with tidy apparel knotted a rope and threw it at Sayyea's position. Other's was doing the same.
Grabbing the protruding iron bars, Sayyea maneuvered near the ceiling to dodge.
The owner turned on a radio, and turn the volumes all the way up.
"Cheers boys, scream! Don't let the witch's voice reach you!"
With all the noise, Sayyea can't help but keep on running on the ceiling. Chanting a low tone, she launched herself to the windows.
But that is what they expected. Jumping to the window, the punk wearing jeans snatched Sayyea mid air.