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Zeke rubbed his face and then looked at Riley. "What do we do then? We can't just barge into the place without a warrant."

"We've already got reasonable doubt, and evidence points to murder," stated Riley, "so we can still enter without one. I'll call for back up."

Zeke nodded and turned back to Eya. "You should probably find some place safe to go to. What's about to happen may get pretty...intense. Especially if the way they treat hostages is any indicator, we're not dealing with the typical shady characters that roam around."

Oh he was not looking forward to this; something in his gut was telling him that this was only going to get worse before it got better.

The girl rolls her heterochromic eyes and sighs in disappointment.

"I'd never thought cops to be like that... Come on, I'll lead the way then."

(sorry for the delay!)

Zeke and Riley checked to make sure they were armed and ready, before nodding to Eya. They would follow alertly as Eya led the way to their intended destination, watching for anything suspicious or dangerous.

[No problem, is ok n.n Welcome back!]

The girl lets out a heavy sigh and walks to the open door, as her feelings told, there were three men inside, two of them were carrying a shotgun.

The point was another.

What to do now?
Show the cops what she really was or simply get their attention and use it to evade an eventual fight?

She had no common weapons but her natural abilities.

Looking back at them, she gave a glance to the door, talking with low voice.

"Three men, two have shotguns, I'm not sure about the third. What do you want to do?"

Zeke and Riley waited as Eya did her fancy little trick, providing cover for her as she went to the door.

Then exchanged a look. Three on two wasn't good odds, and that was assuming they could get the upper hand. And shotguns too.

Riley murmured softly, "We should wait for backup then. If there's at least three, we need a SWAT team."

"But we don't have much time if they're killing hostages, and we have the element of surprise," Zeke replied. Then turned back to Eya. "We'll take them on."

Riley cleared her throat. "Let's see if we can lure them out first. I'd rather not have to fight past a doorway that will make us easier targets."

She picked up a couple of rocks from the yard as they took up their defendable positions, one on each side of the doorway, careful to avoid windows, before throwing a handful of rocks at the door. It almost sounded like someone was knocking when they hit the door and clattered to the ground.

"No, we need practise right now... I'll go first, pretending to be interested in their fishy business. Won't accept a no."

Replies hard, looking at them two.

"Don't do anything dumb," Riley called after her, nodding to let her do what she wanted to do.

Zeke made a face, but agreed as well. "We've got your back." That or they had just added another number to the hostages.

Riley held up her hand, fingers crossed, to which Zeke did the same. Code for good luck.

"Well no one ever cared like that... Thank you, really."

Replied her, crossing her hands with them once again, like it was a game.

Walking to approach the door, she noticed a small gun left on a corner, probably property of an hostage, and grabs it, hiding the thing in a pocket on her pants.

Riley and Zeke waited, tense as bowstrings as Eya approached the door to the house. Both FBI agents had their guns drawn, aimed at the door, but carefully so that Eya wouldn't be caught in the crossfire if they pulled the trigger.

They held their breath as she reached for something and then tucked it away. Now what? They waited for her to knock.

After looking back to them, the girl knocks the door, waiting for further replies.

Everything could be fine, for sure weapons couldn't hurt that bad, as she thoughts.

For a long minute, nothing happened. No sounds came from the house. Had whoever been here left? Not likely.

There was a soft click, which could have been the sound of a lock unlocking, before the door slowly swung open to reveal a regular plain-old looking man in his late thirties. He looked down at Eya, not yet catching sight of the FBI agents, and scowled.

"Whaddya want?"

"I think you're having some fun around here... How to join your group?"

For a moment the man didn't reply, he seemed to be sizing up the young woman in front of him.

"You wanna join?" A sinister smile crossed his lips. "Then come on in..."

Zeke glanced at Riley, his lips pressed together anxiously. Were they about to add another hostage to the equation?!

Back at HQ, a dispatcher had received the Agents' call and was forwarding it to another patrol unit en-route. "There is a request for back-up, regarding a potential hostage situation. Use extreme care. Two agents are already on location." The address was repeated while the dispatcher awaited confirmation.

Caroline got the call on her radio while she was patrolling downtown.

A hostage situation? Sounded promising. She flipped on her GPS, punched in the address, and put on her emergency light.

Soon enough, she arrived and noticed it was quiet just soon enough to turn off her siren. Her car was parked in a shaded area- Someplace not easily spotted, and she walked over to Riley and Zeke.

"What's going on?"