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Neaera followed Acheri into the warehouse (or factory, or whatever this place used to be) and looked around in awe. It was unassuming and nothing really screamed THIS IS THE SECRET BASE OF A SUPERHERO VIGILANTE GROUP yet until... That. Nee almost gasped in shock. [i]That[/i] was a giant glowing map. A solemn red dot glowed faintly on the screen that represented the whole of the city. It was starkly beautiful. She wondered (nearly aloud) if the red dot stood for a crime or a person or a place or or or... So many questions. Were there super villains that needed fighting? Did the Saints work with the Police? Was this the only hideout? Nee held her tongue. Not... Not now. Acheri looked stressed enough. She remembered something her mother had told her once. Vaguely. Something about patience. Patience being a good thing. Nee took a breath. 

Acheri politely requested Nee to stick close and avoid wandering off. Right. Excitement and exploring later. 

[colour=FFD700]"Of course. I shall not wander off! Not yet anyway."[/colour] Neaera flashed a coy smile at Acheri to try and brighten the mood. She was sure it was stressful trying to recruit people into a group like this. Nee guessed plenty of people wanted these guys gone, so their mistrust (or was it just caution?) was probably well deserved. The girl felt a pang of guilt for placing Acheri in this awkward situation. If Nee messed anything up, it was likely going to be blamed on Acheri. However, instead of making Neaera hesitant, she felt her resolve strengthen. She WILL join the Saints and she WILL do Acheri proud. This stranger's gambit on a lost would-be hero in the middle of the night was going to pay off. 

Unfortunately Nee's train of thought was cut off by an angry middle-aged man holding a gun. On Nee and Acheri. And shouting. 

“You have 10 fucking seconds to tell me who you are and what you’re doing here before I use your blood to dye these carpets.” The angry man shouted. 

Nee thought fast. She recognised this man. His tone of voice, his face. It dawned on her. 

[colour=FFD700]"We met a week or so ago! You were after some serial bank robbers or something. I asked you if I could join the Saints and you told me to uh- 'Get lost' in less polite terms, but I was insistent and you eventually told me to find you guys in Red Harbour. So I did! Acheri is one of you!"[/colour] 

Neaera spit the sentence out as fast as she could, in her most disarming tone of voice. She hoped it was enough.