Jet walked silently down the empty hallway towards his small airplane. The sleek white coloured fighter stood only about seven feet high, and was only twenty-three feet long, but that was all Jet needed to fly himself around the globe to ensure his business was done properly. Stepping out into the cold spring air, the man was met by the face of a teen boy, the body of the teen wrapped in a long dark cloak, and the small silver glint of a gun was just visible from beneath the clothing. Jet stared at the boy for a while, then smiled.
"You must be... Patrick..." said Jet calmly, his voice low and confident.
"That would be me. Although, once we get started on business, you won't refer to me by that name at all. For safety from the cops," replied Patrick, as his hand slowly shoved the gun back into the inside pocket of his cloak. As the man he had confronted began to walk away, Patrick quickly followed him, heading for the small but powerful airship.
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"Uh... uh... aaaagggghhhhhhhhhh!"
The body of the beast beside Renee collapsed, sliding into several pieces, each one still moving, but all of them dead. Lyela turned to face Renee, but the novice magician was already on her feet. "Why'd you do it? Why'd you kill him?"
Lyela looked at Renee directly, then laughed cruely.
"Life... Death... It's all the same in Infinitora... It's all the same in Hell..."
