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Making the enhanced casts bedrooms, part one: Charlie!

Wall one: bed, window, key? Decoration? Thing?, shelf with sports trophy and books

Wall two: bed, collage flag logo thingy, bedside table with lamp water and book (sotr), closet/dresser with clothes a basketball and an unpacked box

Wall three: mirror

Wall four: door, chair + desk with laptop messy papers pencils and a sports water jug

[the-enhanced-project]

‎‧₊˚✧ 1.1 ✧˚₊‧

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Hello everyone and welcome to the first chapter of the first act of The Enhanced!

This is kind of a preview for what’s to come, released early as a thank you for 100 followers, and chapters will go back on hiatus after this until I finish writing act one. After that, chapters will come out on Friday’s at 4pm EST.

Thank you all for following along on the creation of this project, be sure to check out my pinned post for extra information, and drop a follow if you want to stay updated!

Word Count: 1254.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol mentions (majority of chapter takes place in a bar, but no alcohol is physically drunken).

-⚠︎-

Thursday, September 4th, 8:05 PM. Fort Essex, Oregon.

Why am I here?

The words floated around inside of Anya’s mind like the logo of a disc player as she stood in the parking lot of The Sine, a local downtown bar. The ‘E’ had burnt out, leaving it to be read as ‘The Sin’.

Fitting.

She knew the surface level answer to her question, of course. Her job, her bosses, ERGO—the organization dedicated to protecting and monitoring the people who were born....different.

Superpowers. People with superpowers. The Enhanced.

She let out a breath and shifted her gaze down to the file in her lap.

The text, written in pitch black pen, read Charlotte Barak - 22 - suspected Enhanced person. Then was basic, yet limited information. Only what they could gather from her college records—she was basically nonexistent on the internet. What person wasn't on the internet nowadays?

The file accompanied by a photo—probably an older one. A girl no older than nineteen, holding a medal from a won basketball game triumphantly in one hand, grinned at the camera, golden brown eyes shining.

Anya knew that, all things considered, her goal was relatively simple: get close to this girl, find out what information she could without raising suspicion, and relay it to her superiors.

That was where her issue arose, though. She was never great at undercover missions—curse her inability to lie to people without feeling like she wanted to rip her skin off. Alas, this was too important, and she loved her job.

They wouldn’t normally go to such lengths for one enhanced who want in active danger or a danger to others. But.. there were special circumstances at play here.

Finally, Anya stood. She carefully hid the file away in the side bag of her motercyle—she had no idea how she’d explain it if some innocent bystander walked past and saw it just sitting there. Oh yeah! I just enjoy stalking random bartenders! Don't mind me!

She trudged through the door, and suddenly felt like the opening to a bad joke. A college student who secretly works for the government walks into a bar.

What was her life?

-✦-

Anya had to bite her lip to avoid wincing at the scent of alcohol that rushed her as soon as she walked in. She lingered by the door for a few moments, gaze sweeping the area.

It was a smaller bar, not very crowded. One the far left was a set of windows looking out to the street, a few tables and chairs strewn around. In the middle there was the bar itself, and then on the right there was a small strange for what she could assume to be live music.

Behind the counter, a girl with warm brown skin stood mixing up a drink. She wore a white collared shirt, rolled up neatly to her elbows, under a black button up vest—typical fancy bartender uniform, even though the building sat on one of the older street corners. Not that it was a bad neighborhood, just not the typical fancy, white collar, brand new area that would warrant that kind out outfit.

Anya recognized her immediately, and tried to keep herself casual as she strode over and assumed a seat nearest to the window.

She was tall, well built, with short brown hair tied back in a tiny ponytail at the nape of her neckShe was…. normal., with a few strands hanging loosely over her forehead. She looked… shockingly normal.

This was the girl who—allegedly—had connections to the man who had killed a bunch of enhanced kids a few months back? She just looked like any other college student trying to make ends meet. Hell, she looked like someone Anya might have been friends with.

Once again a spike of guilt rose up inside of her. They could’ve been actual friends, but instead she was here pretending to be friendly for information. She felt so.. fake. It was horrible.

“What can I get for you?” She’d been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn’t even noticed the girl in question walk over.

“Um—” Get it together. “Just a Pepsi, please.”

“Hm. Not often we get costumers asking for non-alcohol.”

“I’d assume so,” Anya said, “it is a bar.”

This earned a laugh—or really, a small exhale. A success was a success.

“Nah,” She continued “I don’t drink much.”

The girl gave her a quizzical look. “Then why come here?”

It suddenly occurred to her that she did not in fact have an excuse to for being here. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shit.

“My little brother’s band plays here sometimes.” She blurted out, and instantly regretted it. It wasn’t a complete lie, Kai was in a band, they did play at local restaurants and bars often. Have they ever played at this one? Fuck no.

Charlie cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, so you’re here out of obligation?”

Anya snorted, taking a long sip to give herself time to figure out a reply. “No, no. Just getting a lay of the land, I guess, before class.”

The taller girl opened her mouth to reply, but someone was already waving her down. “Well, duty calls. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.” She gave Anya a nod, and moved away.

Anya frowned. Well that was a frustratingly short and meaningless conversation.

Though, she supposed any contact was good contact. Gaining people’s trust took time—especially when that person was a complete and total stranger.

Gray—ERGO’s working director—had made it clear how important this was, and told her to do anything within reason to get information, even if it meant being a little bit of a stalker.

That felt… weird, though. Like she as stooping to a level she didn’t think she was okay with.

She finished her drink and headed for the door. Sorry Gray, she was going to take this slow and hold onto her morals.

“I’ll see you around, then.”

As she stepped out of the door, her phone vibrated.

1 NEW MESSAGE.

>Mission report?

Anya sighed and typed up a message back that would hopefully buy her enough time to get her thoughts in order.

>I’ll call you in 15.

-✦-

As soon as she made it back to her apartment, she collapsed onto her bed with a groan.

Day one, not great. She had one successful conversation with Charlie, and got zero useful information. Yay! Great job, Anya!

Before she could start fully wallowing, her phone rang.

“Soooo how’s your first day going?” Adam, her best friend and co-worker said.

“Shit.” She groaned.

“Thought so.”

“I freaked and told her Kai and his band play there soon and I was ‘getting a lay of the land’.”

"And what happens when he never does?”

“…”

“Didn’t think that far, did you?”

“Fuck.”

“Okay, it's okay! We can fix this! Just like.. Tell him you got him a gig or whatever, and make him find a day to play there! Then they’ll be none the wiser.”

“..and if he can’t?”

“Then she’s gonna start getting suspicious of you and your mission will go to shit and you’ll lose your job.”

“Very helpful.” Anya deadpanned “Remind me why I'm reporting to you and not Gray again, asshole?”

“They’re busy. Anti-Enhanced riot broke out downtown.”

“Oh, shit.” She sat up. “Do I need to come help out?”

“They’ve got it under control, focus on your mission!”

Anya groaned. “Focus on yours, mister ‘city’s star hero’!” she argued.

“I am. Unlike someone.”

“Asshole.”

It was going to be a long few weeks, wasn’t it?

-⚠︎-

Annndddd that’s it! This one was really exposition heavy but I promise that the plot starts to kick in gear by chapter two !!!!!

Please let me know what you think, constructive criticism is always appreciated!! My inbox is always open if you wanna yell about the story to me :3

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[the-enhanced-project]

‎‧₊˚✧ 1.1 ✧˚₊‧

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Hello everyone and welcome to the first chapter of the first act of The Enhanced!

This is kind of a preview for what’s to come, released early as a thank you for 100 followers, and chapters will go back on hiatus after this until I finish writing act one. After that, chapters will come out on Friday’s at 4pm EST.

Thank you all for following along on the creation of this project, be sure to check out my pinned post for extra information, and drop a follow if you want to stay updated!

Word Count: 1254.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol mentions (majority of chapter takes place in a bar, but no alcohol is physically drunken).

-⚠︎-

Thursday, September 4th, 8:05 PM. Fort Essex, Oregon.

Why am I here?

The words floated around inside of Anya’s mind like the logo of a disc player as she stood in the parking lot of The Sine, a local downtown bar. The ‘E’ had burnt out, leaving it to be read as ‘The Sin’.

Fitting.

She knew the surface level answer to her question, of course. Her job, her bosses, ERGO—the organization dedicated to protecting and monitoring the people who were born....different.

Superpowers. People with superpowers. The Enhanced.

She let out a breath and shifted her gaze down to the file in her lap.

The text, written in pitch black pen, read Charlotte Barak - 22 - suspected Enhanced person. Then was basic, yet limited information. Only what they could gather from her college records—she was basically nonexistent on the internet. What person wasn't on the internet nowadays?

The file accompanied by a photo—probably an older one. A girl no older than nineteen, holding a medal from a won basketball game triumphantly in one hand, grinned at the camera, golden brown eyes shining.

Anya knew that, all things considered, her goal was relatively simple: get close to this girl, find out what information she could without raising suspicion, and relay it to her superiors.

That was where her issue arose, though. She was never great at undercover missions—curse her inability to lie to people without feeling like she wanted to rip her skin off. Alas, this was too important, and she loved her job.

They wouldn’t normally go to such lengths for one enhanced who want in active danger or a danger to others. But.. there were special circumstances at play here.

Finally, Anya stood. She carefully hid the file away in the side bag of her motercyle—she had no idea how she’d explain it if some innocent bystander walked past and saw it just sitting there. Oh yeah! I just enjoy stalking random bartenders! Don't mind me!

She trudged through the door, and suddenly felt like the opening to a bad joke. A college student who secretly works for the government walks into a bar.

What was her life?

-✦-

Anya had to bite her lip to avoid wincing at the scent of alcohol that rushed her as soon as she walked in. She lingered by the door for a few moments, gaze sweeping the area.

It was a smaller bar, not very crowded. One the far left was a set of windows looking out to the street, a few tables and chairs strewn around. In the middle there was the bar itself, and then on the right there was a small strange for what she could assume to be live music.

Behind the counter, a girl with warm brown skin stood mixing up a drink. She wore a white collared shirt, rolled up neatly to her elbows, under a black button up vest—typical fancy bartender uniform, even though the building sat on one of the older street corners. Not that it was a bad neighborhood, just not the typical fancy, white collar, brand new area that would warrant that kind out outfit.

Anya recognized her immediately, and tried to keep herself casual as she strode over and assumed a seat nearest to the window.

She was tall, well built, with short brown hair tied back in a tiny ponytail at the nape of her neckShe was…. normal., with a few strands hanging loosely over her forehead. She looked… shockingly normal.

This was the girl who—allegedly—had connections to the man who had killed a bunch of enhanced kids a few months back? She just looked like any other college student trying to make ends meet. Hell, she looked like someone Anya might have been friends with.

Once again a spike of guilt rose up inside of her. They could’ve been actual friends, but instead she was here pretending to be friendly for information. She felt so.. fake. It was horrible.

“What can I get for you?” She’d been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn’t even noticed the girl in question walk over.

“Um—” Get it together. “Just a Pepsi, please.”

“Hm. Not often we get costumers asking for non-alcohol.”

“I’d assume so,” Anya said, “it is a bar.”

This earned a laugh—or really, a small exhale. A success was a success.

“Nah,” She continued “I don’t drink much.”

The girl gave her a quizzical look. “Then why come here?”

It suddenly occurred to her that she did not in fact have an excuse to for being here. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shit.

“My little brother’s band plays here sometimes.” She blurted out, and instantly regretted it. It wasn’t a complete lie, Kai was in a band, they did play at local restaurants and bars often. Have they ever played at this one? Fuck no.

Charlie cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, so you’re here out of obligation?”

Anya snorted, taking a long sip to give herself time to figure out a reply. “No, no. Just getting a lay of the land, I guess, before class.”

The taller girl opened her mouth to reply, but someone was already waving her down. “Well, duty calls. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.” She gave Anya a nod, and moved away.

Anya frowned. Well that was a frustratingly short and meaningless conversation.

Though, she supposed any contact was good contact. Gaining people’s trust took time—especially when that person was a complete and total stranger.

Gray—ERGO’s working director—had made it clear how important this was, and told her to do anything within reason to get information, even if it meant being a little bit of a stalker.

That felt… weird, though. Like she as stooping to a level she didn’t think she was okay with.

She finished her drink and headed for the door. Sorry Gray, she was going to take this slow and hold onto her morals.

“I’ll see you around, then.”

As she stepped out of the door, her phone vibrated.

1 NEW MESSAGE.

>Mission report?

Anya sighed and typed up a message back that would hopefully buy her enough time to get her thoughts in order.

>I’ll call you in 15.

-✦-

As soon as she made it back to her apartment, she collapsed onto her bed with a groan.

Day one, not great. She had one successful conversation with Charlie, and got zero useful information. Yay! Great job, Anya!

Before she could start fully wallowing, her phone rang.

“Soooo how’s your first day going?” Adam, her best friend and co-worker said.

“Shit.” She groaned.

“Thought so.”

“I freaked and told her Kai and his band play there soon and I was ‘getting a lay of the land’.”

"And what happens when he never does?”

“…”

“Didn’t think that far, did you?”

“Fuck.”

“Okay, it's okay! We can fix this! Just like.. Tell him you got him a gig or whatever, and make him find a day to play there! Then they’ll be none the wiser.”

“..and if he can’t?”

“Then she’s gonna start getting suspicious of you and your mission will go to shit and you’ll lose your job.”

“Very helpful.” Anya deadpanned “Remind me why I'm reporting to you and not Gray again, asshole?”

“They’re busy. Anti-Enhanced riot broke out downtown.”

“Oh, shit.” She sat up. “Do I need to come help out?”

“They’ve got it under control, focus on your mission!”

Anya groaned. “Focus on yours, mister ‘city’s star hero’!” she argued.

“I am. Unlike someone.”

“Asshole.”

It was going to be a long few weeks, wasn’t it?

-⚠︎-

Annndddd that’s it! This one was really exposition heavy but I promise that the plot starts to kick in gear by chapter two !!!!!

Please let me know what you think, constructive criticism is always appreciated!! My inbox is always open if you wanna yell about the story to me :3

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@corinneglass @eon-tries-writing @soulsartuniverse @ark-inkweaving @nykenima

@mymomsaysbobcipher @houndsofcorduff @leahnardo-da-veggie @inspirationallybored @traderotales

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‎‧₊˚✧ Chapters ✧˚₊‧

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Charlie Barak

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Adam Harding

Robyn Cardiff

Kyra Dexx

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Chapter one was so COOL!! I love the fact that Anya isn't just like, good at all spy stuff and sometomes has gripes with it/undercover missions!! Charlie's personality I already love, as well as Adam and Anya's friendship!! AHHH THIS IS SO COOL WILLL!!!

I may come and yell about it more later but YAYYY

AAAA TY TY TY!!!!

I shall be waiting /hj

[the-enhanced-project]

‎‧₊˚✧ 1.1 ✧˚₊‧

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Hello everyone and welcome to the first chapter of the first act of The Enhanced!

This is kind of a preview for what’s to come, released early as a thank you for 100 followers, and chapters will go back on hiatus after this until I finish writing act one. After that, chapters will come out on Friday’s at 4pm EST.

Thank you all for following along on the creation of this project, be sure to check out my pinned post for extra information, and drop a follow if you want to stay updated!

Word Count: 1254.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol mentions (majority of chapter takes place in a bar, but no alcohol is physically drunken).

-⚠︎-

Thursday, September 4th, 8:05 PM. Fort Essex, Oregon.

Why am I here?

The words floated around inside of Anya’s mind like the logo of a disc player as she stood in the parking lot of The Sine, a local downtown bar. The ‘E’ had burnt out, leaving it to be read as ‘The Sin’.

Fitting.

She knew the surface level answer to her question, of course. Her job, her bosses, ERGO—the organization dedicated to protecting and monitoring the people who were born....different.

Superpowers. People with superpowers. The Enhanced.

She let out a breath and shifted her gaze down to the file in her lap.

The text, written in pitch black pen, read Charlotte Barak - 22 - suspected Enhanced person. Then was basic, yet limited information. Only what they could gather from her college records—she was basically nonexistent on the internet. What person wasn't on the internet nowadays?

The file accompanied by a photo—probably an older one. A girl no older than nineteen, holding a medal from a won basketball game triumphantly in one hand, grinned at the camera, golden brown eyes shining.

Anya knew that, all things considered, her goal was relatively simple: get close to this girl, find out what information she could without raising suspicion, and relay it to her superiors.

That was where her issue arose, though. She was never great at undercover missions—curse her inability to lie to people without feeling like she wanted to rip her skin off. Alas, this was too important, and she loved her job.

They wouldn’t normally go to such lengths for one enhanced who want in active danger or a danger to others. But.. there were special circumstances at play here.

Finally, Anya stood. She carefully hid the file away in the side bag of her motercyle—she had no idea how she’d explain it if some innocent bystander walked past and saw it just sitting there. Oh yeah! I just enjoy stalking random bartenders! Don't mind me!

She trudged through the door, and suddenly felt like the opening to a bad joke. A college student who secretly works for the government walks into a bar.

What was her life?

-✦-

Anya had to bite her lip to avoid wincing at the scent of alcohol that rushed her as soon as she walked in. She lingered by the door for a few moments, gaze sweeping the area.

It was a smaller bar, not very crowded. One the far left was a set of windows looking out to the street, a few tables and chairs strewn around. In the middle there was the bar itself, and then on the right there was a small strange for what she could assume to be live music.

Behind the counter, a girl with warm brown skin stood mixing up a drink. She wore a white collared shirt, rolled up neatly to her elbows, under a black button up vest—typical fancy bartender uniform, even though the building sat on one of the older street corners. Not that it was a bad neighborhood, just not the typical fancy, white collar, brand new area that would warrant that kind out outfit.

Anya recognized her immediately, and tried to keep herself casual as she strode over and assumed a seat nearest to the window.

She was tall, well built, with short brown hair tied back in a tiny ponytail at the nape of her neckShe was…. normal., with a few strands hanging loosely over her forehead. She looked… shockingly normal.

This was the girl who—allegedly—had connections to the man who had killed a bunch of enhanced kids a few months back? She just looked like any other college student trying to make ends meet. Hell, she looked like someone Anya might have been friends with.

Once again a spike of guilt rose up inside of her. They could’ve been actual friends, but instead she was here pretending to be friendly for information. She felt so.. fake. It was horrible.

“What can I get for you?” She’d been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn’t even noticed the girl in question walk over.

“Um—” Get it together. “Just a Pepsi, please.”

“Hm. Not often we get costumers asking for non-alcohol.”

“I’d assume so,” Anya said, “it is a bar.”

This earned a laugh—or really, a small exhale. A success was a success.

“Nah,” She continued “I don’t drink much.”

The girl gave her a quizzical look. “Then why come here?”

It suddenly occurred to her that she did not in fact have an excuse to for being here. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shit.

“My little brother’s band plays here sometimes.” She blurted out, and instantly regretted it. It wasn’t a complete lie, Kai was in a band, they did play at local restaurants and bars often. Have they ever played at this one? Fuck no.

Charlie cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, so you’re here out of obligation?”

Anya snorted, taking a long sip to give herself time to figure out a reply. “No, no. Just getting a lay of the land, I guess, before class.”

The taller girl opened her mouth to reply, but someone was already waving her down. “Well, duty calls. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.” She gave Anya a nod, and moved away.

Anya frowned. Well that was a frustratingly short and meaningless conversation.

Though, she supposed any contact was good contact. Gaining people’s trust took time—especially when that person was a complete and total stranger.

Gray—ERGO’s working director—had made it clear how important this was, and told her to do anything within reason to get information, even if it meant being a little bit of a stalker.

That felt… weird, though. Like she as stooping to a level she didn’t think she was okay with.

She finished her drink and headed for the door. Sorry Gray, she was going to take this slow and hold onto her morals.

“I’ll see you around, then.”

As she stepped out of the door, her phone vibrated.

1 NEW MESSAGE.

>Mission report?

Anya sighed and typed up a message back that would hopefully buy her enough time to get her thoughts in order.

>I’ll call you in 15.

-✦-

As soon as she made it back to her apartment, she collapsed onto her bed with a groan.

Day one, not great. She had one successful conversation with Charlie, and got zero useful information. Yay! Great job, Anya!

Before she could start fully wallowing, her phone rang.

“Soooo how’s your first day going?” Adam, her best friend and co-worker said.

“Shit.” She groaned.

“Thought so.”

“I freaked and told her Kai and his band play there soon and I was ‘getting a lay of the land’.”

"And what happens when he never does?”

“…”

“Didn’t think that far, did you?”

“Fuck.”

“Okay, it's okay! We can fix this! Just like.. Tell him you got him a gig or whatever, and make him find a day to play there! Then they’ll be none the wiser.”

“..and if he can’t?”

“Then she’s gonna start getting suspicious of you and your mission will go to shit and you’ll lose your job.”

“Very helpful.” Anya deadpanned “Remind me why I'm reporting to you and not Gray again, asshole?”

“They’re busy. Anti-Enhanced riot broke out downtown.”

“Oh, shit.” She sat up. “Do I need to come help out?”

“They’ve got it under control, focus on your mission!”

Anya groaned. “Focus on yours, mister ‘city’s star hero’!” she argued.

“I am. Unlike someone.”

“Asshole.”

It was going to be a long few weeks, wasn’t it?

-⚠︎-

Annndddd that’s it! This one was really exposition heavy but I promise that the plot starts to kick in gear by chapter two !!!!!

Please let me know what you think, constructive criticism is always appreciated!! My inbox is always open if you wanna yell about the story to me :3

Tag List

(Ask to be added)

@corinneglass @eon-tries-writing @soulsartuniverse @ark-inkweaving @nykenima

@mymomsaysbobcipher @houndsofcorduff @leahnardo-da-veggie @inspirationallybored @traderotales

@rebelcracker-s @elronthemage @icantthinkofablognameatm @blargh-500 @chaos-ducks

@seastarblue @overwhelmedfernfrond @purple-dinosaur17 @tayrn-everwood

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Hello everyone and welcome to the first chapter of the first act of The Enhanced!

This is kind of a preview for what’s to come, released early as a thank you for 100 followers, and chapters will go back on hiatus after this until I finish writing act one. After that, chapters will come out on Friday’s at 4pm EST.

Thank you all for following along on the creation of this project, be sure to check out my pinned post for extra information, and drop a follow if you want to stay updated!

Word Count: 1254.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol mentions (majority of chapter takes place in a bar, but no alcohol is physically drunken).

-⚠︎-

Thursday, September 4th, 8:05 PM. Fort Essex, Oregon.

Why am I here?

The words floated around inside of Anya’s mind like the logo of a disc player as she stood in the parking lot of The Sine, a local downtown bar. The ‘E’ had burnt out, leaving it to be read as ‘The Sin’.

Fitting.

She knew the surface level answer to her question, of course. Her job, her bosses, ERGO—the organization dedicated to protecting and monitoring the people who were born....different.

Superpowers. People with superpowers. The Enhanced.

She let out a breath and shifted her gaze down to the file in her lap.

The text, written in pitch black pen, read Charlotte Barak - 22 - suspected Enhanced person. Then was basic, yet limited information. Only what they could gather from her college records—she was basically nonexistent on the internet. What person wasn't on the internet nowadays?

The file accompanied by a photo—probably an older one. A girl no older than nineteen, holding a medal from a won basketball game triumphantly in one hand, grinned at the camera, golden brown eyes shining.

Anya knew that, all things considered, her goal was relatively simple: get close to this girl, find out what information she could without raising suspicion, and relay it to her superiors.

That was where her issue arose, though. She was never great at undercover missions—curse her inability to lie to people without feeling like she wanted to rip her skin off. Alas, this was too important, and she loved her job.

They wouldn’t normally go to such lengths for one enhanced who want in active danger or a danger to others. But.. there were special circumstances at play here.

Finally, Anya stood. She carefully hid the file away in the side bag of her motercyle—she had no idea how she’d explain it if some innocent bystander walked past and saw it just sitting there. Oh yeah! I just enjoy stalking random bartenders! Don't mind me!

She trudged through the door, and suddenly felt like the opening to a bad joke. A college student who secretly works for the government walks into a bar.

What was her life?

-✦-

Anya had to bite her lip to avoid wincing at the scent of alcohol that rushed her as soon as she walked in. She lingered by the door for a few moments, gaze sweeping the area.

It was a smaller bar, not very crowded. One the far left was a set of windows looking out to the street, a few tables and chairs strewn around. In the middle there was the bar itself, and then on the right there was a small strange for what she could assume to be live music.

Behind the counter, a girl with warm brown skin stood mixing up a drink. She wore a white collared shirt, rolled up neatly to her elbows, under a black button up vest—typical fancy bartender uniform, even though the building sat on one of the older street corners. Not that it was a bad neighborhood, just not the typical fancy, white collar, brand new area that would warrant that kind out outfit.

Anya recognized her immediately, and tried to keep herself casual as she strode over and assumed a seat nearest to the window.

She was tall, well built, with short brown hair tied back in a tiny ponytail at the nape of her neckShe was…. normal., with a few strands hanging loosely over her forehead. She looked… shockingly normal.

This was the girl who—allegedly—had connections to the man who had killed a bunch of enhanced kids a few months back? She just looked like any other college student trying to make ends meet. Hell, she looked like someone Anya might have been friends with.

Once again a spike of guilt rose up inside of her. They could’ve been actual friends, but instead she was here pretending to be friendly for information. She felt so.. fake. It was horrible.

“What can I get for you?” She’d been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn’t even noticed the girl in question walk over.

“Um—” Get it together. “Just a Pepsi, please.”

“Hm. Not often we get costumers asking for non-alcohol.”

“I’d assume so,” Anya said, “it is a bar.”

This earned a laugh—or really, a small exhale. A success was a success.

“Nah,” She continued “I don’t drink much.”

The girl gave her a quizzical look. “Then why come here?”

It suddenly occurred to her that she did not in fact have an excuse to for being here. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shit.

“My little brother’s band plays here sometimes.” She blurted out, and instantly regretted it. It wasn’t a complete lie, Kai was in a band, they did play at local restaurants and bars often. Have they ever played at this one? Fuck no.

Charlie cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, so you’re here out of obligation?”

Anya snorted, taking a long sip to give herself time to figure out a reply. “No, no. Just getting a lay of the land, I guess, before class.”

The taller girl opened her mouth to reply, but someone was already waving her down. “Well, duty calls. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.” She gave Anya a nod, and moved away.

Anya frowned. Well that was a frustratingly short and meaningless conversation.

Though, she supposed any contact was good contact. Gaining people’s trust took time—especially when that person was a complete and total stranger.

Gray—ERGO’s working director—had made it clear how important this was, and told her to do anything within reason to get information, even if it meant being a little bit of a stalker.

That felt… weird, though. Like she as stooping to a level she didn’t think she was okay with.

She finished her drink and headed for the door. Sorry Gray, she was going to take this slow and hold onto her morals.

“I’ll see you around, then.”

As she stepped out of the door, her phone vibrated.

1 NEW MESSAGE.

>Mission report?

Anya sighed and typed up a message back that would hopefully buy her enough time to get her thoughts in order.

>I’ll call you in 15.

-✦-

As soon as she made it back to her apartment, she collapsed onto her bed with a groan.

Day one, not great. She had one successful conversation with Charlie, and got zero useful information. Yay! Great job, Anya!

Before she could start fully wallowing, her phone rang.

“Soooo how’s your first day going?” Adam, her best friend and co-worker said.

“Shit.” She groaned.

“Thought so.”

“I freaked and told her Kai and his band play there soon and I was ‘getting a lay of the land’.”

"And what happens when he never does?”

“…”

“Didn’t think that far, did you?”

“Fuck.”

“Okay, it's okay! We can fix this! Just like.. Tell him you got him a gig or whatever, and make him find a day to play there! Then they’ll be none the wiser.”

“..and if he can’t?”

“Then she’s gonna start getting suspicious of you and your mission will go to shit and you’ll lose your job.”

“Very helpful.” Anya deadpanned “Remind me why I'm reporting to you and not Gray again, asshole?”

“They’re busy. Anti-Enhanced riot broke out downtown.”

“Oh, shit.” She sat up. “Do I need to come help out?”

“They’ve got it under control, focus on your mission!”

Anya groaned. “Focus on yours, mister ‘city’s star hero’!” she argued.

“I am. Unlike someone.”

“Asshole.”

It was going to be a long few weeks, wasn’t it?

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Annndddd that’s it! This one was really exposition heavy but I promise that the plot starts to kick in gear by chapter two !!!!!

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