“Who…?” began Maite.

“Shush!” hissed the figure. “Follow me.”

Without waiting, the figure strode through the crowd. Maite looked at Kepa who simply shrugged. They took off after the figure, who was weaving and dodging the various people in front of it almost as if it anticipated where they would be. Maite and Kepa had a hard time keeping up, but at least the figure was easily discerned in the large crowd. The figure stopped in front of a large metal door and, after a moment’s pause, opened it. 

“Get inside,” hissed the figure again.

With a wary look at Kepa, Maite entered what was a small room. A table sat in the middle, with chairs on either side. It looked like some kind of interrogation room, which made Maite nervous. There was no obvious source of light, no bulbs or fixtures, but the whole room seemed to glow.

She turned to the figure as it closed the door behind them. “Look,” she began, “we haven’t done anything…”

Before she could finish, the cloth that shrouded the figure somehow rolled up into the wide hat above it, revealing the figure of a beautiful woman. Dark sunglasses hid her eyes. Long hair that had streaks of every color of the rainbow cascaded down and across her shoulders, framing her face, falling almost to her waist. She wore a sleek white jacket that seemed like it was made of leather, with silver accents that made the colors of her hair stand out in contrast. Her pants were a dark black that reflected the light from the room, dancing across her body and accentuating her muscles as she moved. She wore black gloves and white boots. 

She reached up and took off her glasses, revealing blue, almost completely pale, eyes.

“I’m glad I found you so fast,” began the woman.

“Found us?” exclaimed Maite. “You were expecting us?”

“More hoping that you would come,” said the woman.

Maite saw Kepa staring at the woman, his eyes glued to her body, his face scrunched up in thought. She sighed, wondering if he ever stopped thinking about…

Before she could complete her thought, she heard Kepa ask “Marina?”

The woman smiled. “Bai. It’s good to see you two.”

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