"I hope the two of you can patch things up," May said, a twinge of sadness in her voice.
She never had any siblings but if there was anything she could relate to, it would be the relationship she had with the Hive members. They were a close-knit group, fiercely loyal to one another. In simple truth, they were her family.
"I'm glad you learnt to control your powers." She held out her hands above her head, stretching.
"Seeing New York ruined would have been...devastating."
Just then, her phone beeped. She took it out from an inner pocket of her jacket and checked the screen. There was a message notification. May unlocked her phone with a series of complicated patterns drawn in rapid movements and read the message. The sender's name was Dead Poet and the message read:
The Pied Piper has played the pipe
And the final hour is falling ripe
The dark-winged maiden trotters
As they fall into the troubling waters
-C.P Eli
May rolled her eyes.
She'd taken to calling Eli, Dead Poet, for a reason. He tended to be overdramatic with his secret messages. Once, he'd sent her a sonnet praising the Mexican cuisine which in simple words meant, she should get the Hive members dinner. When May read it out aloud to them as they wolfed down chicken tortilla soup and enchiladas, Jun, their personal scout made a rock song out of it. The others had joined in the fun with May being designated as their lead guitarist and Keiran, their analytics expert, had been assigned to the drums. It had been one of her favorite moments.
Sliding her phone back to the pocket, she glanced at Ronald and decided, she might as well as ask him to come along. Eli had just given May her first task for the night and she could use some company. She could explain everything on the way. He was inhumanly fast and with his help, she could be done with the job before midnight.
But only if he agreed.
"How fast can you get me to the Bethesda Fountain in Central Park?"