[center][h1][color=sienna]Kyle[/color] and [color=red]Kayla[/color][/h1][/center] [center]Written with [@JunkMail][/center] [hr] It was a short and thankfully uneventful walk back to the motel. No surprises or ambushes, just two siblings returning to the one place they called home at the moment. And they were both fine with that. The effects of their prior drinking were beginning to return to them somewhat, now that their new friend Eli wasn’t applying an alleviating effect on their minds, and all the excitement of finding out there was a [i]male aswang[/i] (that they, fortunately, did not have to deal with themselves) was wearing off. Kayla was ready to hit the hay, after checking on her arm. Kyle, however, took it upon himself to ring Parker for an update, however bothered he was by a minor headache. He contacted the Center on his phone and had his call directed to the man, ready in the event that his head were wracked even more than it already was. There was silence on the other side, then a sudden ‘Hmph!’ as if the person on the line was just realizing they had been connected to someone and was swallowing their drink. “Good evening, kiddo. Good to hear from you.” “Yeah.” Kyle responded, rubbing his forehead with his free hand. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” “Aswangs are dead.” “Excellent shooting, as always. Still coating the bullets the [i]right[/i] way? Instead of however Rona teaches it?” “I don’t want to get into it, Lance. Head hurts.” “Sorry, kiddo. It’s just nice to hear from you. You two keep me young.” “Yeah. Uh… Kayla and I are, gonna check for a nest tomorrow. The city has an abandoned metro network.” Parker hummed on the other side of the line. “You [i]did[/i] say [i]Aswangs[/i] didn’t you? Did you ever find that Jäger I told you about?” “Yeah. She wasn’t...” He sighed as he searched for fhe word. “Informed. Not that pleasant, either.” “The enemy of thy enemy is thy friend.” Parker mused. “I don’t think that’s the case here.” Kyle said in a rather deflated manner, “At least, she’s turned around on Kayla real quick.” “Your sister has a way with people. I should’ve warned you about the potential of the Jäger being dormant. Witch blood and Jäger blood have history. I apologize.” “It’s fine. There, uh… there’s some other stuff here. Vampires running drugs and prostitution rings, probably a lot more we don’t know about…” A heavy, tired sigh from Kyle. “Have to figure it out.” “I’ve always been proud of you two. I don't have a doubt in my mind that you’ll do what you think is right. And take care of business of course.” “Okay. I’m… I think that’s everything.” There was a deep sigh on the other side of the line. “Ah, if you say so. Thank you for checking in, Kyle.” “Actually, uh… there was someone else. This woman who had... mental powers, naturally. No magic at all. Metahuman.” “Hmm. She help?” “Yeah. A lot. She, uh… she does well, with the work.” “Interesting. There is a small sect of other Tourists in the city exploring the metahuman epidemic - the mundane that become less mundane. If need be, I can always send you their way if you need help. Or send backup from here.” “Okay, I’ll keep that mind.” “This city gets more exciting by the day.” “Yeah… anyway, that- that’s everything. Bye, Lance.” “Have a good night, kiddo.” With that, Kyle hung up his phone and set it aside on the nearby nightstand. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes a bit, about ready to get some sleep like his sister was already doing. He didn’t know about Kayla, but he wanted to take care of that nest as early in the morning as they could manage.