Jet yawned, tapping her manicured nails against the hardwood surface of the bar. As any good heist should go, of course, but that was just how the system worked. While she waited for her men to come back, she scrolled through messages on her cell; listings from various members dictating they were in position, conversations between the group. They didn't know she'd bugged all their cells, of course. It was a necessary step in the means of keeping everyone in order. If any of her crew members came into trouble-
-and there was one now. A beeping red alert on the west side of the city. She snapped her fingers, and a waiter came over with another cocktail for her. She sipped it. "West side, third avenue. The duo got spotted."
There was a sigh from the waiter, and with a ripple he vanished.
She grinned. Oblis was a grand addition to her inner circle, and she was very glad for his unending loyalty to her cause. He was the reason she was able to seize so much power over the northern sector of the city, honestly, and was now extending her tendrils to the western sector. Probing, searching. Seeing how easy it would be to take control.
She spun a knife casually against the table, letting it clink down. Now all she needed to do was wait.
Pom and Edi were cornered in an alleyway. Pom had her ears covered, curled down and whimpering against the wall, while Edi was in front of her, brandishing sharp teeth and more knives than should be feasibly possible. He was panting heavily. A few of the men lay unmoving on the other side of the alleyway, but there was still far too many, all significantly bigger than them.
One of the men grabbed Edi by his throat, slamming him against the wall of the alley and ignoring the Cetda's kicking and hissing. "Heh, look at this one! Still got some life in him. Probably would fetch a pretty penny."
"Not seen anythin' like em before, that's for sure. How much you think they're worth?"
The first man shrugged. "Couple hundred, maybe. If we bargain it right, could get it up to half a grand easily."
"Guys-"
"Only a couple hundred for these two? I'd argue they're more than that, J." The second man easily lifted up Pom, who thrashed in his grip.
"Let her go!" Edi yelled. He flicked his foot, revealing a knife embedded in the show, and kicked up, digging it into the man's wrist. He let go of him with a snarl, and the tiny boy darted over to the man holding Pom, only to get kicked away into the arms of two goons, who twisted his arms behind his back to keep him still while the second goon turns Pom about, examining her.
"This one would fetch a good five just on her own."
"Guys-!"
"She can't see, though, look. Surely that makes her less valuable."
"Not if you sell her to the people I'm thinking of. They love exotics."
The two shared a grin. A whisper of shadow interrupted them, as the two holding Edi back suddenly drop to the ground, releasing his arms. A shout is heard from in front of him, and he's tackled by a trembling bundle of fur as Pom wrapped her arms around him and held tight.
"Edi, a-are they gone?" Her voice shook and squeaked more than normal. Edi held her close, looking up at the figure wreathed in shadows standing over the various dead bodies in the alleyway.
"Yeah. Thanks, Oblis. Looks like there's a few gangs here, but no major overlord. We should be able to handle it."
Oblis just snorted, and in a whisper of shadow was gone again, leaving the two trembling and alone together.