• The halogen light buzzed and flickered overhead. It wasn't strong enough to illuminate the far reaches of the room. It didn't need too. Reed could see every thing around him. The small square table he sat at, the pudgy cop across from him inhaling a cigar, the camera in the top left corner of the room with its flashing red light and automatic gun trained on him in case he made any "sudden movements".

    The cop was looking over some files. Reed knew he was simply stalling for time in an attempt to make him uncomfortable. Hmph. The only thing uncomfortable was his hands locked together behind his back. They were taking every precaution with him. He was classified as "armed and dangerous" and with several accounts of murder.

    Reed sighed and leaned back, throwing his feet upon the table. The officer looked up at him and scowled.

    "Are you going to cooperate?"

    Reed retorted quickly. "I think I'm being very cooperative right now."

    The man leaned back, much like Reed, and inhaled his cigar. "Really? How so?"

    Reed smiled and looked over to the left wall. It was a one way window. Or at least, that's what it was suppose to be. But nothing escaped Reed's senses. He could see every last cop on the other side of that glass. There were four of them, all listening and recording. They had stopped chattering as they waited patiently for Reed's reply.

    He snorted and sat up straight. "You're still alive aren't you?"

    The officer bolted upright. He slammed a fist onto the table and pointed an accusing finger at Reed. Sweat gleamed from his upper lip. "Listen you little punk! We could put you on death row right now with all the charges against you!"

    Reed couldn't help but laugh. Death row? Hadn't he been walking on that all his life? If they really wanted him dead, they would have killed him already. But no, the information he held was far too valuable. Someone was obviously paying these guys off. He wondered if that person was on the other side.

    The cop stormed out, having given up for now, and returned to his companions. Reed's eyes followed his movement. He couldn't hear what he was saying, but he could read lips.

    "This is impossible. Why do we have to do this anyway?"

    The man at the computer turned up to him, "It's our job. If we don't, then boss will make sure we get the death penalty."

    Another man nodded solemnly in agreement. "It's not like he hasn't sent assassins on his lackeys before."

    Reed's eyebrow rose. It looked like they were dirty cops working for a mob boss. Figures. Everything in this town was dirty.

    A fourth person, the one observing Reed the closest spoke without turning his head to the men behind him. "Can he see or hear us?"

    The pudgy cop glared at Reed. "Of course not. Don't be a fool."

    Reed smiled. Startled, the last cop turned on the audio. "C-can you see us?"

    The smile widened as Reed approached the man, gazing down at him. "Of course."

    The men in the room gasped. They looked around incredulously before the first cop grabbed up the microphone and shouted. "Oh yeah? And how the hell can you do that?"

    Reed chuckled. These humans could be so amusing when they were frightened. He turned away from them and circled around to the far side of the room. Slowly, he turned back and faced the dirty mirror. Had that cop been paying closer attention, he would have noticed something missing. Reed's reflection.

    Reed's eyes appeared to glow just for a second. Or was it a trick of the light?

    He flexed his arms and easily broke free of the handcuffs. The men clamored around in a panic until one activated the gun attached to the camera. Too slow. Reed darted across the room faster than the motion sensing gun could register. He jumped up on to the table and flew straight at the mirror with his leg outstretched. He crashed through with no problem. The force of his kick shattered the glass around him, cutting the man closest beyond recognition. Reed grabbed that cop's gun and fired three quick shots into foreheads of the remaining men while they still struggled to gain composure.

    Reed slowly stood and brushed the glass off him. His clothes were torn, but besides that not a scratch. Calmly, he exited the room and out the back hall. By the time the sirens were whirring he was already beyond their reach.

    Too easy. This world was really beginning to bore him.