K.B. Special Investigations Agency [Prologue?]

[Prologue?]

Avery Russo woke up with a start.

His eyes darted around his surroundings. Messy. Yep, he's in his room. His hands probed around the end table for his glasses, and then picked them up.

The clock on the wall shows the time. It's 9 am, and his fuzzy mind remembered that it was Tuesday. Avery is supposed to be at work at 8, but since he works in a private business--his coworkers barely minds him coming late every so often. Bless them, because his internal clock has been broken beyond fixing.

He slowly rose from his bed, heart thumping from the unpleasant awakening, and headed to the bathroom. He looked at the mirror and decided that he needed to shave. Unlike his head hair, his facial hair is like a very fertile sheep who grows wool at an unrealistic rate. He doesn't like having facial hair, however. He's too lazy to manage it... but he's also too lazy to shave every day. He considered going out with a stubble today, but decided against it so he doesn't look too disheveled. Part of him wished he could get back to his high school days where he sometimes gets mistaken as a girl, but... no.

"Why am I so hairy..." Avery grumbled at nobody, and picks up his razor. After the shave, he then took a quick shower and got dressed. 

Since he's late, and he doesn't want to walk, today he's gonna use his 'magic doorknob'. It's a little device he came up with. You attach it to a door, and the door will open up as whichever door you want. It has an amber stone as a 'battery'. He's not good at teleportation magic, he had to get help from Dean. It works, but it's a prototype, so despite the pleas of the other guys he never made another (too lazy), or even come up with a cooler name for it. It's also needs a week to recharge. Which is a long time, but he has zero regrets about using it just because he's lazy.

After attaching the magic doorknob, Avery slung his coat over his shoulder and opened his front door, revealing a cozy-looking office. In the back of the room, a huge office chair ominously turned towards Avery, revealing a green eyed young man munching on peanuts from a jar. Noticing that Avery didn't come in the room from 'outside', he raised his eyebrow, but is unsurprised.

"Good sleep?" Gregory Irving, his friend since school days. He kept munching on his peanuts nonchalantly. He was watching some Asian drama on his computer.

"Mornin', Greg. Also, nope." Avery slung his coat on his chair and then looked around. Empty. "Where's everyone?"

"Luke's out getting medic supplies. Dylan is with him. The rest is taking care of a call."

"Oh."

Another call. That's like the fifth call this week. He's not complaining that much, since that means their business are doing well, but ever since they started the little company three years ago, there has never been this much calls. Is something going on...?

It's too early to judge, he thought. Greg looks relaxed, though, so it's probably not that big of a deal. Avery pushed the thought into his brain and focused on something else--his stomach acids. His stomach is problematic, and he hasn't eaten breakfast yet so it's totally gonna cause problems in the afternoon. He should order take out from someplace near...

Avery grabbed his coat again after putting it there just a minute ago, and turned to Greg, "I'm gonna get some breakfast waffles. Want some?"

Greg thought for a few seconds, and then closed his peanut jar.

"I'll come along."

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The subject was an angry spirit. After a little information digging, apparently his name was Steve Stevens, who died in the previous building, before it was demolished and became a construction site it is now. Suicide of a broken heart--it's not an uncommon thing, but it's always... sad. Still, they have to take care of it, and hurting living things is also a no-no. The fact that his name was Steve Stevens is also kinda sad.

K.B. Special Investigations Private Agency. K.B. stands for Kindred Brothers. They later figure out that it's not a very good name for an investigative agency, so they usually only use the acronyms and leave out what it stands for. The 'special' part means really special stuff like this angry spirit, investigate spooky happenings in certain places, banish evil ghosts, calm down an angry unicorn, and other kinds of 'special' stuff. Nothing of the government types of special investigations. It's kind of a loose term, but they have terms and conditions. Of course they won't accept stuff like fixing the roof and all that.

So, apparently the angry spirit already turned into a monstrous form before they were here. The workers are obviously spooked, but thankfully no one got hurt, and they called the agency pretty quick. A 5 meter concrete golem thing... He's probably mad that the place became really noisy or something, or because they disturbed what used to be his 'home' or sacred place. Spirits like this are pretty troublesome, especially for real estate. It's harder to sell haunted houses.

The four of them has been fighting the monster for around 15 minutes. They tried talking to it, but it didn't show any positive response. They managed to crack open the concrete, revealing a pulsating red flesh. Usually, pulsating red thing means weak point. So, by experience, they instinctively think about destroying that part. The 'heart', they often called it.

Honestly, Dean thinks only two of them are enough to take this one down. Probably too big for solo takedowns, though. Still, it's nice to gang up on it because they can finish it super fast.

Dean ran up the concrete golem, dashing and teleporting very fast to keep himself from falling. The monster tried to grab him, but ended up hitting his own body because it's very slow. The golem staggered backwards, and Dean took the chance to use the golem's arm as a foothold. He jumped and stabbed the heart with his dagger. As soon as the dagger pierced the heart, it shattered with a bright light. The golem crumbled down, but the rubble disappeared into thin air, leaving nothing behind, except for a golden ring in the place it once stood. Oh, and he broke some parts of the site too, but that's not their problem.

Thrown away by the force of the shattering heart, Dean quickly teleported to the ground before he hit anything.

"Whew, glad that's not too much of a trouble this early in the morning." Dean dusted his white hoodie and rearranged his blond hair, adrenaline still rushing in his veins. He says 'not too much of a trouble', but his style of fighting always involves a lot of moving, a lot of G-force, and therefore more energy spent. He also wouldn't change that style. He just can't sit still. He's gonna grab some donuts on the way home to replenish his energy.

Terrence jogged towards him and gave him a quick pat on his shoulder.

"Good job on the final blow, Dean." He says with his usual gentle smile. Dean thanked him with a thumbs up. Terrence then continued with a slightly bashful tone, "Sorry I didn't really do much."

Dean looks at Terry in slight disbelief. Terry himself looked sheepish. Terrence is one of the sweetest dudes you could ever meet, but he's the scariest physical fighter in their group. Sadly, he lacks range, and he can't really hop far up like Dean. It's not Terry's fault the golem has a height advantage. 

"Hey, it's fine. Everyone did what they can." Robert said, waving his hand as he walks closer. He's wearing a floral print dress shirt today--only he could effortlessly pull off that look. Somehow, he still looked fresh, as if he didn't just fight with a 5 meter golem just before this. He then pointed to Andrew, "Also, we found the memento."

Andrew, who didn't break a sweat but naturally looked as dusty as Dean and Terrence, showed them the old golden ring left by the golem earlier. "Looks like a marriage ring. He obviously didn't bring it to his grave."

They all nodded in silent agreement that they all knew the reason why the ring was left there. They looked at each other for a bit, and Dean was the first one to speak up.

"So... Let's talk to the construction manager and go home?"

[Prologue? - end]