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Finally, the girl seemed to wake up. She let go of Bianca to bounce around the fountain happily, bursting with energy all of sudden. "Mr wolf said I come from the sky, but I know that's not true. I come from a real nice place with real nice peoples. It's called Bass'ken lake, I think. There, a real nice man that was all cold, like you, said he'd give me candies if I'd find a cold woman." A little set of giggles, and the child finally calmed down, letting herself drop to the floor beside the fountain. "I can't wait to have my candies. I can share, if you want some, miss cold. You sound nice too."

"It'd over there." She said, pointing in the direction of the lake. "You can't really miss it."

Another smile, and the young child rose to the tip of her toes to place a kiss on Bianca's cheek. A small peck, a childish display of affection, an explosion of cuteness. Without another word, she just pranced out of the shrine, and disappeared in the crowd.

A dark haired man sat quietly in one of the waiting rooms of Shield headquarters, whistleing, humming and sometimes even singing part of a small tune to himself.

"Took a trip...did not last....twas only in my miiiind..."

"Sir, I really must insist you stop that...your bothering the officers." Blue eyes so dark they were almost black, blinked at a nice bustline before slowly traveling up to meeting the pale brown eyes of the receptionist. The he looked over her shoulder to see a few angry uniformed guards, some talking to handcuffed prisoners, some just doing paperwork, glaring at him angrily.

He gave a bright disarming grin and then winked at the receptionist. "So sorry 'bout that love, forget where I am sometimes." He pulled a paper out of the open shirt he wore, showing a flash of well toned muscle. "I was told...in this that my services might be needed by one of your commanders...prieviously I'd been investigating claims of an anit-meta movement within Barton and Gambino...but have been pulled from higher up to investigate another matter for the police of Latent. Do you have any idea about this appointment and where I should be headed?"

Prisoner 109 walked down the hall after the cute little woman in her cute little uniform and tried not to look at her wriggling a**.

John had been leaning against the wall in his cell - he'd tried to open the little unfoldable chair, but it hadn't responded to his gentle pokes, and he kinda didn't want to break anything else at this time - when the woman had come to escort him. She'd tried to put the manacles on his arms, but they hadn't fit. She had stood there for a moment, looking worried, before he decided to save her the trouble and grabbed some of the spare chain on the floor and looped it around his arms, offering her one of the sealed locks.

His arms now secured, she took him to a line of phones somewhere within the department - it wasn't like John wasn't paying attention to the place - and pointed to it. "You've got one phonecall. It can last as long as you want, but be reasonable."

"Thankyou sweetheart. I'll be quick." John said to her kindly, elicting a small smile - before the woman cleared her throat and tried to act professional in front of the handsome hulk before her.

Turning to the phone and picking it up off the hook, he placed the handle to his ear , held it there by wedging it between his ear and his shoulder, and dialed his home number.

"...C'mon...c'mon Amber, be home..." He looked to the girl beside him and chuckled nervously - before blinking as Amber picked up. Amb, it's me...how ya going, sweety?...That's good...listen, i dont want you to worry, but i'm at the Latent police department - well, what passes as a police department, i'm not sure what it is, but whatever, i'm stuck here. Why? ...Well...i was trying to find someone to take care of Juuni and got jumped by these two men...yeah, i knew them...it doesnt matter, they saw me kill a man and i'm being held for murder...

...I'm fine...Juuni is fine...she's not with me, she escaped. I get the feeling she'll be able to take care of herself...yeah, they deserved it. Trust me honey, they deserved it. You know me. ...It might take some time for the cops to figure that out, though - but i dont think they'll really care.

Anyways, i just wanted to call to make sure you were alright and to ask if Meryl is in. Dammit...well, when she comes back from partol, tell her to call Tellus. I'll be needing lawyers, most likely. Meryl will know what to do. Also...try to find Juuni. She's all alone and i dont know where she is...i'd feel much better if i knew she was safe. Yeah, i know what i said, but you know me...thanks baby. I love you. Dont worry, i'll be fine. I love you too. Okay, see ya 'round. Love ya."

He sighed heavily as he hung the phone up, his hand staying on the handle for a second more...before he looked down to the little girl, his eyes downcast now, the kind smile gone. "...Alright...you can take me back now..."

The girl nodded and returned him to his cell.

"Please, humour me." The Spear, half turned, recieving another folder from the receptionist, his attention still on the man as he opened it and began rifling through it's contents.

"Mr. Mere, I don't do politics." Handing the folder back, the Spear turned around to face the man, folding both hands behind his back.

"We Spear's exist for the sake and welfare of humans-- we're not like those other naturally gifted 'meta's', or otherwordly creatures. Nor do we wish to be. Personally, I think the lot of them should be thrown behind bars into the Gulag before anymore harm can come of them-- but that's just me."

Crimson hues focused and intensified upon the man, as the raven-haired Spear stared down at the man. "So get to the point."

"Sorry to inform you, Mr. Mere, but I was denied the right to feel or exhibit prejudice of any sort. We Spear's exist to serve and protect, nothing more. We aren't human and we aren't meta. We're just walking, living, breathing tools."

The room fell silent, as everyone stared, an uncformtable silence growing in strength. The Spear's were small in number for a reason... they had all the bang they would ever need, and they were respected and feared all at once rightfully so. They were emotionless, artifical creations, made by humans, to serve humans.

Nothing more.

"Miss. Clavenport, please escort Mr. Mere to Prisoner 109."