>>“Yes, I am an agent. Unfortunately that woman is wanted in connection with a possible terrorist pocket here in the U.S. I need to get to her and arrest her before she gets to her contact. We have a feeling that something…extremely bad will happen to the city if I don’t get to her in time.”

"Wow, an actual agent! Awesome! I have been writing about guy like you, you know. All gruff and quiet and fit for a villain but secretly working for the good guys and following the pretty rich blonde woman until she gives her evil intentions away... nice! I'll just quietly tag along if you don't mind, I really wanna see this. It would make a great start for a new story! I could totally create a character based on you. You have the charisma and the gruff looks. Now let's go see what the pretty terrorist is up to..."

Of course, Krisz was not quite as dense as he sounded (and, given that he was all sound, it was pretty dense). He was a writer. He knew things are never this easy, and agents are never this open, until they are working an agle. But this was his first chance for real time action (since he got shot through... well.) and he was not going to pass it up. it could turn out any number of ways, and he could get a perspective no press release could beat... and find out more about the mysteriosu agent.

>> "Wow, an actual agent! Awesome! I have been writing about guy like you, you know. All gruff and quiet and fit for a villain but secretly working for the good guys and following the pretty rich blonde woman until she gives her evil intentions away... nice! I'll just quietly tag along if you don't mind, I really wanna see this. It would make a great start for a new story! I could totally create a character based on you. You have the charisma and the gruff looks. Now let's go see what the pretty terrorist is up to..."

God that damned thing was a chatterbox. Vicente was really beginning to believe that whatever this thing was, it was no spirit or ghost. It probably some mutant floating around looking to having some fun, pester the nearest person, whatever. The damned mutant might as well have been a mischief spirit. The way things were going right now, he could hardly tell the difference.

But he had to mentally grin. It seemed that as unbelievable as his story was, the mutant was going to take him on his word. If only just to see some running and gunning along the way. He shook his head. People loved to get themselves into situations from which there was no way out.

He sighed a little at the thought of being saddled with this mutant but decided there would be no getting rid of him until he was ready to be gotten rid up. He’d deal with him…until then…

He smirked as he nodded to the “spirit”.

“Fine, but, you need to be silent. I cannot have you jeopardizing everything because you cannot keep your yap shut? Understand?”

>>“Fine, but, you need to be silent. I cannot have you jeopardizing everything because you cannot keep your yap shut? Understand?”

"Yes, I understand." Krisz agreed "Completely reasonable. Not like I can do it, though, but I see your point. You know, this is one of those disadvantages that people have to overcome and turn into a valuable asset. Like, you know, distraction. I can be useful that way. Not like I can make, you know, weird sounds and stuff, all I have is my voice, but still, the right word at the righ moment can save a life, I am sure you know what I mean. Ghosts have that supernatural quality about them, I am sure you noticed. So. Let's go rock and roll, agent, and let me know what I can do for you. What's your name, by the way?..."

>> "Yes, I understand…Completely reasonable. Not like I can do it, though, but I see your point. You know, this is one of those disadvantages that people have to overcome and turn into a valuable asset. Like, you know, distraction. I can be useful that way. Not like I can make, you know, weird sounds and stuff, all I have is my voice, but still, the right word at the righ moment can save a life, I am sure you know what I mean. Ghosts have that supernatural quality about them, I am sure you noticed. So. Let's go rock and roll, agent, and let me know what I can do for you. What's your name, by the way?..."

Vicente rolled his eyes. The spirit was proving to be all the more irritating, especially because it simply was not a spirit. It would try to keep up the premise that it was, but the assassin had a feeling that he was simply dealing with a mutant with far too much time on his or her hands. Still though, if he wanted to run around and play the hero, then he would allow him his delusion.

Moving towards the entrance to the bathroom, he paused when the “spirit” asked for his name.

“It may be better that you don’t know my name,” he said quickly. “That way if you’re captured, you won’t know anything.” He turned and looked as if he was about to leave again when he stopped and once more spoke. “But for the sake of this mission you can call me ‘Chimera.’”

Odd codename, but it worked for the purpose he had in mind. After all, if he was supposed to be an agent, real names shouldn’t be used anyways. And besides, maybe the name sounded Top Secret enough to impress the ghost to continue to play his pawn…

>>“It may be better that you don’t know my name. That way if you’re captured, you won’t know anything. But for the sake of this mission you can call me ‘Chimera.’”

"Oh, they won't capture me" he said with all the confidence of a bodyless voice "I am near impossible to capture. And most people don't even know I'm around unless I wan't them to. Don't worry your secret is safe with me. Let's go!"

Chimera.

"Chimera." he buzzed after him "That's one cool codename. Very mythical. I sometimes think I should have a codename too. I mean, I could always just go with Ghost, since that's what I am, but that is not really creative now, is it. I will need to think more about this. Maybe we could, you know, partner up. I am sure if I keep doing stuff, some cool name will just stick..."

Vicente stepped out back into the lobby and looked casually about. There were a couple of the ushers out but they were all huddled into a corner, laughing and joking amongst themselves as they watched together some television show from their cell phones. They would be sufficiently distracted, at least he figured they would be from the stupid smirks across their faces and the sounds of digitized love-making on the tiny screens. Shaking his head he stepped away from the restroom, only to hear that the spirit was still following him…

>> "Oh, they won't capture me…I am near impossible to capture. And most people don't even know I'm around unless I wan't them to. Don't worry your secret is safe with me. Let's go!"

Mentally he rolled his eyes again as he continued on towards the performers entrance. That hall would lead him on the pathway towards the backstage. But even before he could reach that door, the ghost spoke again.

He really was irritated with him and wished he could perform an exorcism!

>> "Chimera…That's one cool codename. Very mythical. I sometimes think I should have a codename too. I mean, I could always just go with Ghost, since that's what I am, but that is not really creative now, is it. I will need to think more about this. Maybe we could, you know, partner up. I am sure if I keep doing stuff, some cool name will just stick..."

“Keep going on the way you are and I’m going to have to call you ‘Chatter’,” he said mockingly as he swept to the behind stage doorway and slunk across the shadows. “Do you have a name?” he asked as he crouched down to his knees and began to pick the lock to the backstage entrance…

>>“Keep going on the way you are and I’m going to have to call you ‘Chatter’. Do you have a name?”

"That is a terrible codename." he decided instantly "It makes people think I can't be trusted or something. Not like I tell secrets onr anything. I just talk a lot. There is a big difference there. Semantics..."

Chimera asked for a name. Even Krisz was not that stupid. You don't give your name to te FBI.

"... Ooh, lock picking. Awesome. I wish I could do that. Of course, I don't need to. I can go through doors just like this."

And to demonstrate what he was talking about, de crossed to the other side of the door.

>> "That is a terrible codename…It makes people think I can't be trusted or something. Not like I tell secrets onr anything. I just talk a lot. There is a big difference there. Semantics..."

“With the way you keep talking, I’m not sure I can trust you,” Vicente growled.

He was on his knees, expertly working the tools into the keyhole in an attempt to unlock the back door to the stage entrance. Time was running out because he could already hear the sounds of the orchestra starting its last set. The quicker he got back there and set himself up, the faster he could pull off his kill and get out of here and away from this ghost mutant. Unfortunately intimidation was not going to work on this mutant. So he would have to figure something else to get him out of his hair. Maybe if he was patient enough, something about this fool’s weakness should make itself known.

Then he make sure to rid himself for the chatty albatross permanently.

>> "... Ooh, lock picking. Awesome. I wish I could do that. Of course, I don't need to. I can go through doors just like this."

Vicente arched a brow as the mutant apparently disappeared through the door and was chattering on the other side. Useful, but also quite irritating. He said nothing to him as he glanced over his shoulder to make sure security wasn’t going to do a walk by, finished picking the lock and shoved the door open. Once he slipped inside, he carefully closed to door behind him, as if it had never been touched.

He sighed as he turned back around. For a second he wanted to look for that little tag along but he quickly remembered that the mutant was pure sound. Quite irritating.

“Come on,” he growled as he stormed down the hall. He had to job to finish…

>>“With the way you keep talking, I’m not sure I can trust you,”

That was fine. That was acceptable. That went with the character. Krisz could get behind that. The whole grumpy FBI agent image just worked really well.

Once he joined him on the other side of the door, Krisz kept humming, but more quietly; he didn't really want to blow the mission, after all. Chimera said they were running out of time. Things were about to get really interesting...

"I could scout ahead and see where she is" he suggested "I'm fast."

He wanted to be useful. That was the main thing. But he also wanted to see that woman before the agent did; once things got heated, he wouldn't get a good close look, and he really wanted to see what a sexy female supervillain looked like up close and personal...

Vicente had slipped inside and made sure that the door was securely closed behind him. The last thing that they needed was for some curious usher to notice the door ajar and attempt to investigate. This hallway needed to be completely clear if they were going to escape from this place with their lives, therefore they could not risk the curiosity of some bored theatre worker. After all, though he did not mind taking the life of some interloper, the less body count, the better.

Once he was sure that the door looked completely undisturbed, he paused and listened for a second. There were no sounds of footsteps walking by or people attempting to investigate the door. Good, that could only mean that he made it through unseen. Now he just needed to get to the back stage…

>> "I could scout ahead and see where she is…I'm fast."

He tilted his head.

The little sprite was right. That could indeed be helpful, so long as he didn’t alert anyone to their presence. So far it seemed as if the mutant really did buy into him being an FBI agent. If he hadn’t, he would have abandoned him long ago. Hopefully this would pan at well. To be honest the assassin was far too weary of having to listening to that thing talk that he was willing to get rid of it for any amount of time…

He nodded.

“Fine, fine. Just don’t alert her to you being around. Just follow down the hall and see if she’s left the stage yet.” He said. Casper better not screw this up…

>>“Fine, fine. Just don’t alert her to you being around. Just follow down the hall and see if she’s left the stage yet.”

"Yessir." Krisz hummed happily as he scouted ahead, traveling with the speed of sound. Or so he felt. He was actively participating in an FBI operation, and that was all kinds of cool. He would sooo write about this later and he will know what he is writing about. First-hand experience for an author is pure gold.

He made sure he only made a low hum of a noise as he scouted down the hallway - that was his version of stealth. He would observe every minute detail and report back to Chimera. He was so, very useful...

>> "Yessir."

The ghost floated away and Vicente breathed a sigh of the relief. The last thing he wanted was to have that little adventure seeking mutant to irritate him further. But so long as the invisible fool wanted to make himself useful, why not? An invisible pair of eyes on the scene might indeed prove to be far more helpful.

So he listened to the sounds of the ghostly mutant silently hum his way down the length of the hallway. At least he was rid of him for now. Though of course he was not going to leave everything to that little nutjob. Instead he casually followed behind, creeping along the length of the wall as he checked to make sure that he still had the syringe in his coat pocket. When he was sure that it was still there and undamaged he focused on ahead. He couldn’t hear the humming anymore, but he could still here the sounds of music was if wafted through the enclosed space.

Definitely not his style of music, but he assumed there was some kind of classy sweetness about it. Shaking his head he moved down until he got to the edge of the hall and peeked out.

In the backstage he could already see there were a couple of guards around, standing by the musician’s dressing room. He growled silently. Somebody must have gotten word to her husband that she was possibly in danger. That only made his job harder.

He pressed his back against the wall and took a second to think. How to get by them? And…where was that damn little ghost now anyways?

Krisz scouted ahead, humming to himself in the most quiet way possible. being a voice was awesome in some ways, but a nuisance in others - the constant humming for example, did take a lot of effort when one was trying to be sneaky. He thought about humming Mission Unlikely, but decided against it. Someone might hear and notice it was out of place with all the classical music around.

Oh, guards. Chimera was not going to like that. Krisz wondered if he had authorization to take them out. Or maybe they were on his side already. He hummed his way through the door, but the dressing room was still empty; he hummed out again, and turned a corner rather quickly when he saw one of the guards flinch and look around. Damn. If a voice could be caught, he could be in trouble...

The concert was over. It was only a matter of minutes now. Krisz scout-hummed ahead, hoping to run into the pretty spy before Chimera caught up...

Vicente remained at the corner, watching as the guards quietly glanced from side-to-side, making sure that no one suspicious traveled by the. They indeed did look like impassable sentinels but they did not cause the assassin to fret one bit. He knew he could dispatch them, but he needed to figure how in order to rid himself of their presence. He did not want to alert anyone else to his presence, at least until he got to his target. But these two guys were definitely going to have to go.

Reaching into the back of his belt, under his coat, he pulled out his small handgun and then reached into the fanny pack that he had hidden away and pulled out a small, black cylinder. Silently he began to screw it onto the handgun and watched the guards as the kept staring for any signs of things being out of the ordinary.

Vicente heard the music reach its crescendo and a thunderous applause that quickly followed. He had to move now.

He was just about to when he saw one of the guards quickly turned his back to him, as if he heard something from somewhere behind. The assassin was going to take that opening. Suddenly stepping out from the shadows, he sent one silent shot across the room and the bullet buried itself into the back of the bodyguard’s head.

As soon as that man went down, Vicente broke into a run.

The second guard turned and just barely noticed that his partner was down, blood rolling down from the back of his head. The man was startled and quickly pulled up his radio to call it in when he suddenly looked up to see Vicente closing the gap. He muttered and explicative but the older assassin was quicker than the man could have imagined.

As Vicente ran up close, he noticed the guard lifting his own gun, but the assassin easily disabled him of that. Spinning hard on his heel, Vicente growled as he suddenly struck out with his leg and buried his shoe clad foot directly into the man’s gut, knocking all the air out of his lungs. As he collapse, Vicente quickly wrapped his massive arms around his throat and suddenly flexed. The movement was enough to crush in the man’s throat and send him into a sputtering heap on the ground.

A breath and he looked up. Still no musicians. Good. Quickly he reached down, heft one man on his shoulder and dragging the other one his leg into his target’s dressing room.

He just had to lie in wait now…

Krisz did a round above the orchestra as they were standing and bowing to the audience; the storm of applause almost threw him off balance, but he cheered loudly himself to compensate, and it felt good. He could almost pretend they were applauding for him, invisible as he was above the stage. This was something he could get used to...

She was pretty. No wonder she was the star of everything. It was probably her way of building useful connections, Krisz thought, and she was probably good at it too. If he was in the audience, he would have tossed a flower too.

Once she started back towards the dressing rooms, Krisz zoomed ahead. He wondered what Chimera was doing; he'd better be ready or else. Oh, but he was going to be ready. Because the ghost had scouted for him. Such a useful ghost he was.

The guards were gone. Hm. The agent probably pulled some trick to lure them away. Very clever. He was probably aready in the dressing room, getting ready to...

Krisz zoomed through the closed door.

"She's..." she's gonna be here soon was what he was going to say, but the sight of the two guards, clearly dead, stopped him in his tracks. "... basszus. The hell happened?!"

Killing. Was not nice. Good agents don't kill, right? Especially not innocent guards who get in the way...