Oliana pulled up a monitor on the desk in the middle. She pulled up the file for Heines and all of his family members. "We should go to all of them. We don't want to skip anyone, since the one person we skip will probably have all the information we need." She grabbed all of the addresses that they lived in, placing them as pinpoints on a map. "We can use this to formulate the easiest way to get to all of them."
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Abigail nodded and examined the map. She realized that their houses weren’t that far away from each other, well expect one. She calculated that it would be about three hours to get to the last house.
"Based on the time it is now and also the fact that we don't know how long his will take, we should do half of them today and the other half tomorrow. This means we won't be rushing to get to everyone during daylight."
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Abigail nodded once again. “Alright, I agree with you on that. We better get started, cause if we don’t night will come faster than you can say night falls.”
"Yeah. If you wanna head down to the garage, I'll meet you there. I'll just contact Agent Indigo to let her know what we're gonna do." Oliana gave a small smile.
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“Sure thing, alright I’ll met you at the garages.” With that she smiled and then left Oliana’s lab. She immediately started speed walking to get to her spot were she left her bike.
After a quick call to Indigo, Oliana glitched down to the bike garage. She looked around and quickly spotted Abigail, walking over to the other agent. "It's all good with Indigo."
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“That’s great!” Abigail said, as she leaned on the wall. She sighed and walked over to her bike which was like 32 inches away. “Alright, get your bike and meet me at the driveway of the agency.” She put her helmet, got on, started her bike and drove away.
Oliana glitched to where her own bike was. Hers was closer to the entrance, considering there was a pretty big gap between her spot and Abigail's. She hopped onto it, her helmet appearing.
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At the moment that Oliana glitched to the garage, Abigail's bike passed Oliana's garage and stopped when it reached the driveway.
Oliana drove out of the garage, onto the road. She set up a call to Abigail via her helmet. "I sent you a map and directions to the places. We should go to Anabeth Marx's home first."
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She looked at the map and directions and smiled. "Ah, Ms. Annabeth. Alright, that sounds like a "plan" to me." She chuckled as she said the word plan.
Oliana rolled her eyes and ended the call. She drove following her directions, zooming in and out of traffic.
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Traffic. Not many people loved Traffic. Wait, no one did love traffic, and Abigail was one of them. She smiled as she zommed in and out of traffic. Normally, in a car or jeep, she wouldn't be able to do this sort of thing. And she was happy she didn't have to use a car or jeep on missions, but then again, if agents were on a undercover missions, jeeps or cars would work in the situation.
Oliana was the first to arrive at Anabeth's home. She parked her bike, taking her helmet off. Since it was an apartment block, it was unlikely that Anabeth would look out the window and see her. She did some stuff on her gauntlet, then she was masked in a police uniform. She would do it to Abigail when she arrived. No one could know about the Two Moons. This was the easy way to hide the fact.
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Fifteen minutes after Oliana had reached Ms. Anabeth’s home, Abigail arrived. She parked her bike, turned it off and took off her helmet. She took one look at Oliana and a look of confusion crossed her face, before she looked at Oliana blankly.
"People outside of the agency can't know about us. We aren't the Secret Service, people can know about them. The Two Moons does more serious stuff, so people can't know about us. We can't show up as spies, but people don't suspect police officers. I can mask you with my gauntlet."
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“Abigail nodded. “I understand.” She truly did understand. She realized that they can’t be known as spies who’re trying to get some information. “I always wanted to dress like a police officer.” Abigail said with an excited tone.
"Just give me a minute. I'll have to configure it a bit." She did some stuff on the gauntlet, hands moving rapidly. "OK. Stand still." She began to scan Abigail, then did a bit more on the gauntlet. After a few seconds of typing, she held it up and masked the other spy.
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She instantly looked at a puddle of water to see her reflection. "Damn, I look like a legit police officer. No one will be suspicious of us."
"That's how the gauntlet works, it confuses people." She paused for a minute, realising what she just said. "God, that sounded so self centered. Sorry about that. Most of my partners are worse than me, I guess they've rubbed off on me."
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“Don’t worry, Mate.” She chuckled and continued. “I understand, my other partners are assholes, so I completely understand.” She walked to the door and ranged the door bell.
"Let's do this," Oliana said, more to herself. She watched as Abigail walked up and rang the doorbell, then waited for Anabeth to open the door.
"Just a minute!" They heard her call from inside.
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Abigail was nervous, so to calm her self down she took some deep breathes. Before she was even finished, Anabeth opened the door and Abigail stood still, frozen. Everything she was going to say had left her mind.
She's never done this before, has she? "Hi, Mrs Marx," Oliana stepped up. "I'm Jessica and this is Eloise. We're from the NYPD. We would like to ask you something about your brother, Maxwell. May we come in? You may feel more comfortable talking in your own home."
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Abigail looked up at the sky as droplet of water fell onto her palm. She didn’t notice that the sky darken as she and Oliana left the agency. “Yes, you may feel more comfortable talking in your own home.”
"Ah, yes," Anabeth said quietly. "Come inside." She walked in, Oliana and Abigail following her. "We're sorry to bring back any bad memories, but we do need to talk to you. Your brother was the first person to contract the Glitch and to die from it."
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“Indeed, the NYPD is working with a organization with the goal to end the glitch. We want to know if there were any symptoms or if anything happened to his health after he was contracted with the glitch.”
"Well," Anabeth started, sitting down. "I lost both my brother and my husband to the glitch. In the moments at hand, neither of the symptoms seemed the same when they were here. In fact, Daniel didn't have any. It just happened. He didn't want to go to hospital, so he died here. But Maxwell…come to think of it, he started to get it parts at a time. Everyone else gets it in their whole body the first time they get it, but Maxwell didn't."
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“Huh, interesting.” Abigail said as she brought out a notepad and quickly jotted down what Anabeth had said. “Part by part. . , it’s sounds like his defenses were trying their best to make sure the virus didn’t go into his body. . “