Ning flew through the fake city like a bird given freedom. In his bat form, despite being a massive black blur in the sky, he was precise and careful, hitting not a single obstacle on his way.
He went from one green mark to another before they could even turn yellow, let alone red. The others that were there to train or test couldn’t help but stop and watch Ning’s brilliant display of control and speed as he blitzed through the air, hitting nothing at all.
Even the official was surprised by his display. It wasn’t unusual to have people coming to fly who had incredible control over where they were, or a speed that could reach supersonic. However, seeing soone who had both at the sa ti was rare.
It didn’t take long before the centaur stopped Ning. He had shown all he had to, so all he had to do was co back tomorrow and do the sa.
Ning raised an eyebrow but said nothing and left.
"I was hoping to pass today," Ning said once he was a little far away.
"That wouldn’t be possible," Blake replied. "The official judge usually requires you to show your ability to fly around for a few days in a row before he gets you to take an actual test. So, all you really have to do now is co here and fly around just like today for a few more days."
"I see. I guess I can do that," Ning said.
"Still, I must say I’m surprised. Your flight skills are incredible," the angel said. "How did you learn it?"
"It’s mostly intuitive," Ning said. "Part of it is my reaction speed that allows to react to anything in ti, so flying becos easier."
Blake nodded slowly.
"You’ve trained and you’ve flown. So what will you be doing now?" Blake asked.
"Go over to the station," Ning said.
The man’s eyes narrowed. "But it’s Saturday."
"Cri doesn’t take the weekend off," Ning said. "Besides, you’re here today too."
"Today is special," Blake said. "We’re open because of you. Otherwise, there would be far fewer people working here today."
"Oh. I see. Well, I’m sorry to have brought so many people away from their day off then," Ning said. "I’ll try to be more careful next ti. Anyway, I’ve got to go. I have a vampire to catch."
Blake showed him to the front of the agency, where he also had soone drive Ning away. He made sure Ning knew that he could be called at any ti for anything before he left.
Ning arrived back at the station so ti later and found the group mulling over what could be done. It was decided that Ning was going to beco the bait for the vampire, but not a single one knew how that could be done.
"Are we sure this vampire knows who you are?" Mira asked. "Maybe we’re working under the wrong assumption entirely."
"Could be," Larissa said. "But since they ca here for him, they should know who he is."
"Why kill the centaur then? What does the bar have anything to do with it at all?" Jack asked.
Larissa had no answer. "Do we know anything else? Are the drows fit for talking?" she asked.
"No, they’re barely responding," Jack replied. "The doctors say that their ntal state isn’t right at all. Sothing affected their mind so violently that it will take them so ti to heal from that."
"No doubt the vampire bitch, right?" Mira asked.
"Could be," Larissa said. "There’s nothing else to do now. I think you two can return ho. It’s annoying that we have to co in on a Saturday, and even more annoying that nothing productive happened."
Mira shrugged. "Yeah, we should all return."
"Actually," Ning spoke up. "Are you guys hungry? I signed the contract today, I want to treat you all."
Mira and Jack’s eyes widened at the suggestion.
"Really?"
"I’m purchasing the most expensive drink out there."
Ning chuckled. "Well, just know that the money hasn’t hit my account just yet, so as long as the bill is under 10 thousand Jorans, it’ll be fine."
"That’s a shit ton of money anyway," Jack said. "We’ll party all night long."
The four left in the van, arriving at an above-average restaurant. It was getting close to evening now, so no one would mind if they started drinking either.
The tabaxi waitress arrived by their table and took their order. Ning remained silent, letting the group order for themselves and him. He would eat whatever was brought to them.
Jack and Mira fought over the nu as they both wanted to order sothing. Larissa asked for so fancy pasta that Ning couldn’t even pronounce, and a fancy steak prepared in a thod developed far to the west.
They talked while they waited, each one trying to hold back their excitent at the mont from spilling the secret of what had happened to the bystanders.
"Can you tell us how much you’re earning?" Mira asked.
"Mira!" Larissa said with a flustered look. "You can’t ask that."
"That’s fine," Ning said. "I got a 20 million signing bonus. And a 1.5— Hey, drink so water. Here."
Larissa had entered a coughing fit the mont she heard Ning speak the number. She took the glass Ning handed and quickly drank so, quelling her coughs. She looked at Ning with a pained expression, her eyes wide. "20... million?"
Ning nodded.
"As a signing bonus?"
Ning nodded again.
Larissa looked at him for a long few seconds, her expression of shock now matching the other two that had been there from the start.
"What the fuck?" Larissa finally blurted out.
"Sorry?"
"No, what the fuck? We’re detectives. We work hard. We’re heroes too. Why the fuck don’t we earn as much?" she asked.
Ning didn’t know what he could say exactly. "Don’t ask ," he said, raising his hands in defeat. "If it’s any consolation at all, I don’t plan on using my money for myself. I’m trying to find a way to help others."
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