Chapter 27: Patrol Part 2

  Mr. Specter and Mr. Magician searched around the building for over 2 hours. The only thing left to search was inside the brown brick building with a chimney.

  “Praise the moon that I haven’t killed anyone yet! The alleys around the building and the building itself does not interfere with divinations.”

  Mr. Specter spoke with an exhausted tone. The quiet night allowed the pair of mystics to work without incurring any suspicion.

  After having searched around the same building for over 2 hours he was done with whatever caused divinations to fail. He wanted it either gone or better yet destroyed to vent his anger.

  As Mr. Specter tried to open the door, it made a creaking sound and didn’t budge… It’s locked.

  Mr. Magician cussed silently as he saw Mr. Specter’s expression become more and more strained until he suddenly started smiling. He started laughing as he brought his hand into his grey coat.

  Mr. Magician moved to restrain his partner because he knew that if he didn’t, Mr. Specter would start shooting the door.

  “Please! Mr. Specter, not this again!”

  “Let me go man! I’m not going to do anything!”

  “Then let go of the gun!”

  After wrestling Mr. Specter for a solid 2 minutes before he finally calmed down. This wasn’t the first time Mr. Magician had to keep Mr. Specter from shooting something during these past 2 hours.

  “Do you think there is a back entrance?”

  Mr. Magician was the first one to speak. Mr. Specter looked at the building and surrounding buildings. He noticed something as he let out a sigh.

  “No, the alley will lead to a dead end. There is no back door on these buildings. There isn’t even a fire escape.”

  “Then what now, break in?”

  Mr. Magician’s questioned what their next move should be. Mr. Specter looked around and then motioned for Mr. Magician to move closer.

  “Good idea, we will break in. Maybe through the roof. I’ll take a look.”

  Mr. Specter moved to the alley to find a way to climb up to the roof. Mr. Magician moved closer to the door and tried to open it as well… As expected, its locked. What should we do?

  Mr. Magician thought for a moment. He wanted to find a way to open the door, and he suddenly remembered the lessons he had in mysticism with Ms. Snow… The spirit world, demon world, and our world overlaps. This door corelates to a location in the spirit world. How they look and what they do are completely different, but they are technically one and the same.

  “If I unlock it in the spirit world, then it will unlock in our world. What if I…”

  Mr. Magician looked at the keyhole and cover it with his right hand. He closed his eyes and focused his spirituality as he started chanting in a low voice.

  “Unlock this door.”

  “Unlock this door.”

  “Unlock this door.”

  Mr. Magician twisted his hand in a counterclockwise motion, and he felt how his spirituality started to drain. He opened his eyes when he heard a clicking sound.

  “It worked?”

  With a surprised expression, Mr. Magician opened the door. He looked to his side where Mr. Specter stood with a deadpan face.

  “We can do that?”

  “Apparently.”

  Mr. Magician answered Mr. Specter’s question. Mr. Specter remembered the times he used to break into houses on a regular basis. Knowing that mystics could unlock doors like that would have saved him a lot of headaches.

  Mr. Specter started starring into the distance as he remembered his past experiences.

  The two of them walked into the building and noticed that the floors and walls were unnaturally clean.

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  “This is new. You sure this isn’t just a normal home?”

  Mr. Specter asked a question that prompted Mr. Magician to ask another question.

  “Why did we not check if someone lived in this building? Why didn’t we just knock on the door, pose as police and then ask to be invited in?”

  The two mystics looked at each other. Their expressions worsen. If someone lived there then it would most likely not be so quiet when two people suddenly try to open the door twice then manages to step in.

  Most would wake up after the first time someone tries to open the door and be on high alert the second time someone tries to open the door. The fact that Mr. Magician and Mr. Specter could walk in and not hear anything at all was worrying.

  The two mystics took out their guns and walked inside. They decided to ignore each other… Something in this building interferes with divinations, there is a small risk that it messes with our mind as well.

  If something messes with their head, then there is a high risk that it can change what they hear and say to each other. Excluding each other from what they are doing and thinking is the correct move.

  Mr. Specter moved to search the first floor. Mr. Magician decided to pause and think for a moment… Why do I know the best course of action in this situation? Mr. Specter is an experienced mystic, while I only became a mystic for two weeks ago. Is this because of his influence?

  Mr. Magician looked around and saw the stairs to the second floor. He moved up the stairs slowly with his gun out.

  The sound of Mr. Specter bursting into a room and finding nothing could be heard multiple times as Mr. Magician moved up the stairs to the second floor.

  Mr. Magician saw three doors on the second floor. He thought of what he could do if he had to fight… I pray to the silver moon that my opponent will be weaker than me.

  Mr. Magician brought out the coin he got from Mr. Specter. He softly muttered his divination statement thrice and then threw the coin into the air and let it fall down into his hand… No danger in the first room. Wait, why did my divination not fail?

  Sensing that something was off, Mr. Magician ran for the second door and opened it by slamming his body into it, breaking the lock… Speed is key, but it hurts!

  The second room was nothing more than an office space. There was nothing of note inside. Mr. Specter had just finished searching the first floor when he heard Mr. Magician burst through a door on the second floor.

  He decided to run up the stairs as Mr. Magician tried to break into the third and last door. As Mr. Magician’s body slammed into the door, it didn’t open. He felt a weird sensation, one he had only felt during his training.

  “Shit! It’s a spiritual barrier! Specter!”

  “On my way!”

  Mr. Magician called out to his partner that was halfway up the stairs to the second floor. He changed the hand holding his gun and brought out his ceremonial dagger with his right hand.

  Mr. Magician started gathering spirituality into the dagger. Mr. Specter had reached where his partner was standing and put his hand on the wall next to the door.

  Mr. Specter closed his eyes and focused on his characteristics and started focusing on his spirituality.

  Mr. Magician finished gathering his spiritual into the dagger and proceeded to stab the door. The knife stabbed the door and an ethereal wind burst through the hall and that broke down the door.

  As Mr. Specter opened his eyes a flash of spirituality burst forth and flew into the room.

  Mr. Magician looked on in surprise as he saw the door turn to pieces. He had expected it to simply shake when he broke the spiritual barrier, but he was wrong, it practically exploded.

  Mr. Magician looked at Mr. Specter and noticed that he was putting all of his attention on using his sleep spirit characteristic. Mr. Magician stepped into the room and noticed that it was close to empty. There were marks from candles on the floor and a lot of white powder.

  It didn’t take long for him to notice a hooded man that has fallen asleep next to an open window. Mr. Magician stored his ceremonial dagger and took out a coin to perform a divination.

  “Is it dangerous to get close to the hooded man.”

  “Is it dangerous to get close to the hooded man.”

  “Is it dangerous to get close to the hooded man.”

  As he threw the coin into the air, Mr. Magician pointed his gun at the hooded man and fired two shots into his back. A vision flashed in front of Mr. Magician’s eyes.

  The vision caused him to take a step back as a whip made of flames brushed past him, hitting where he once stood. As if guided by instinct and pure reflexes from years of training, Mr. Magician moved his left hand that held his gun towards the origin of the fire whip.

  In an instance, Mr. Magician noticed that his body moved weirdly, but he decided to ignore it for now. Nothing was standing where he was aiming… Invisibility?

  Two shots were fired and the sound of footsteps running towards the hooded man on the ground. Mr. Magician traced the sound of footsteps and fired two shots.

  One shot missed but the other hit the opponent. A deafening scream could be heard coming from the invisible opponent. Even in pain, the invisible person picked up his partner and jumped out the window.

  The two unknown people landed with a thud as Mr. Magician was about to start running towards the window when he saw his partner run past him at an inhuman speed.

  Mr. Specter stopped using his sleep characteristic when he heard the second round of shots. He saw his partner shot at an invisible opponent and how that very same opponent jumped out the window with the hooded man.

  Mr. Specter used his wind characteristic to run towards the window and jumped out into the streets. Mr. Magician couldn’t help but applaud his partner’s quick response in his mind.

  Mr. Magician ran to the window and jumped down in an attempt to keep up with his partner. The first thing he saw when he landed on the road was his partner holding up his hand to feel the falling rain as two people was trying to run away.

  The hooded man that Mr. Specter had put to sleep at first had gotten up and did his best to run even though he had been shot previously by Mr. Magician.

  If Mr. Magician and Mr. Specter ran after them now, they would have no trouble catching up.

  However, the two of them was standing still. Mr. Magician was about to load his gun when he noticed Mr. Specter’s hand gestures.

  As if presenting, Mr. Specter swung his hand and arm in a sideways motion, and the rain droplets stopped midair. The falling rain stopped in a one meter radius of the grey coated man in a black vest and tie, Mr. Specter.

  Mr. Specter made another motion with his hand and scoped up rain droplets from his surroundings. Then he threw them towards the two people running away from him.