Alejandro Bienamie, hereby vow to help Jade find her father. And I will not eat nor sleep until I do so."
"Such an ass." Seven said.
It was already nine at night. The red and black of the sky merged into a blend that could only make you feel nature's frightful beauty.
"Shut up, guys, listen to this." She read a text from her phone, “Jade, your father is being taken care of. Meet us at 1474 Thornton Street.”
"Did they say to come alone?" Alejandro asked.
"No, Alejandro."
"Well, usually they do."
Jade's phone buzzed again.
Come alone.
She glared at Alejandro and shoved her phone in her back pocket.
Seven walked up to her. "They don't know what you look like; I can go as you."
"No, that wouldn't work. My dad would know the difference. Besides, I want to be there."
"Can I offer a suggestion?" Alejandro asked.
"No," they both said in unison.
"I do a lot of strategic video game playing with my annoying brothers. It's called the Pincer Ambush. Jade stands there, and Seven and I come in and finish it off."
"More like Seven comes in and saves your ass."
"Tell him, Jade; I've got some moves."
"Alejandro is actually a good fighter. He taught me most of my moves." Jade said.
Seven looked between the two. “I see you two are closer than you let on."
"Anyway, Pincer Ambush is the way to go-- so you come in alone, let the adversary approach out of the shadows, and we sneak in and knock him out," Alejandro said with a smile on his face. "We won't let you get hurt, Jade. Your mom would kill me."
"It sounds good," Jade said.
"I've got gear with me."
"You brought your stuff? Here?" she asked.
"I have some alternatives we can use."
* * *
Jade and Seven stood at the door as Alejandro surveyed the damage in his hotel room.
“What happened?” she asked. She walked in with Seven trailing behind.
“My dumb brothers trashed the room.” Alejandro walked in and stepped over soda cans and bags of chips.
Alejandro laid his phone on the dresser.
Seven ventured in and picked up Alejandro's phone. He swiped through a few photos.
"That's personal, dude. I don't know what they do in the acting world, but that's rude."
Seven held up his hands, "Sorry."
Alejandro pocketed his phone, threw a duffel bag on the bed, and pulled out several items. "First, rope. You never know when it comes in handy. Next, olive oil. Good for slipping and such. Followed with a side of mace, and—"
"I can't stand this," Seven said. His body convulsed and he fell to his knees. He stood up and shapeshifted into a bear. His brown fur glistened in the daylight streaming in from the window. His eyes were dark and he bared his teeth. He lashed out once with his claws, then lowered his immense paws. He looked at Alejandro and growled low.
Alejandro jumped back on his bed. "Tell him to stop!"
"Seven, enough," Jade said. She felt her adrenaline rush as she saw him shapeshift. She wanted to join him but had to remember she couldn't, not in front of Alejandro.
Seven shapeshifted back. "I just wanted him to know that we don't need his stupid kitchen supplies. You have me."
Jade closed her eyes. She realized she'd have to go without them. She opened them and smiled patiently at the two. "Guys, I'm going to go to my hotel room. Stay here and I'll see you in about thirty minutes. Don't kill each other."
Before they could register her words, Jade walked out, making sure not to look like she was escaping. She walked normally, and then sprinted to the elevator. The doors closed and she was relieved she was finally alone.
* * *
She went straight to Nina's apartment. The light was on, so she wouldn't give up.
"I know you're in there. I see that your light's on." She knocked again.
Nina opened the door and let Jade in. "So, what have you learned today?"
"I learned that David died. I learned that my dad was kidnapped and that Seven and Alejandro are annoying beyond belief."
"I'm so sorry. Alejandro? Who is he?" Nina asked with a frown.
"He's my
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