Mika gulped a mouthful of Cool, letting out a satisfied sigh as she stared at the new prisoners.

"You two must be really brainless" she said with a carefree voice. Ignoring their winces and grunts of protest, she left a raptor-jaw-shaped on her hamburger. Gods she was hungry. It was a relief that the Boss had rewarded her with this feast! And all just because she promised to watch these birdhead dorks! They didn't even have powers, according to the chief's super-cool secret ability. Yet they tried to break into the chief's house. Just what on earth were they thinking?

'Really, I'm surprised. I'm an airhead sometimes, but this is just ultimate idiocy. Why would you try to steal from the chief? Are you nuts? If you wanted to die, at least you could've jumped from a bridge or something. You have to be a big masochist to mess with the chief..." She bite her burger again, without realizing the color in the thieves' faces was completely gone. Their eyes were widening and they were curling over themselves, just what kind of man had they screwed up with?!

The door to the basement burst open. A pensive chief came inside, and the smart minion trailed after him. Her name was... Agatha? Something like that. Sounded familiar, Mika was she saw her name in a book.

She was wearing that fake smile of hers. Mika knew from the second she saw her that smile of hers was hiding something, though she couldn't tell what... Though it was less false than the first time she came. Her smile was a bit more sincere now after spending some time with the chief. And there was something else too, but that she couldn't tell either.

Mika smacked her head at the colossal amount of things she realized she couldn't tell, as Lawrence sat in one of the improvised seats, pondering about the poor layout of his facilities (if they could be called as such). Why on earth was the dungeon above the meeting room?

He sighed. Looking at Christiane for support, all he got from her was a kind smile and a nod. Her pale blonde hair shook in the wind, and Lawrence couldn't help but admiring her beauty once again. Personality aside. In fact, he didn't even know if the person he knew was the real Christiane. For all he knew, that might be just another mask.

He looked away, focusing back on the thieves. He wasn't even sure why he hadn't immediately turned them to the police... Oh, wait, he was. It was because they saw him use powers. And he wasn't registered as a powered person, which was supposedly mandatory by the end of each Wakening Season. But he was getting way off track.

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He looked at his guests, and noticed they were pale and sweating. Mika probably scared them off. To be honest, she was... difficult to deal with when. Lawrence was glad that she was his minion, and not his enemy. If that were the case... Well, if that were the case he would probably figure a way to persuade her of joining him anyways. She looked like she was less into being evil and more into having fun.

And there he was losing the focus again. He cleared his throat, transforming into the future world ruler he was.

"Comfortable, are we?" he asked to the tied-up mouth-taped thieves. The shook and nodded in a hurry, eager to please him for unknown reasons. "I'm a very kind man, which you might've already noticed when I didn't kill you on the spot."

Their already pale faces would now make a paper sheet envious of their whiteness. And their eyes bulged like balloons. He enjoyed that a bit, though he decided not to voice that thought. "As you know, breaking into the houses of strangers is not a very civilized thing to do. As a matter of fact, many people have died over the years in the history of this country due to the trespassing of private properties. I assume neither of you would like to engross that corpse list, do you?"

They both shook their heads in a hurry.

"Good. I see you have at the very least two braincells working together." He gesture Mika to remove the tape from their mouths. They both coughed and winced at the pain, though Lawrence utterly ignored this.

"Now, if you were so kind as to explain the reason for you late visit, I would be very grateful. Ah, no chorus answers. Raise your hands if you know the answer. Like kids in a school... assuming either of you actually went to one."

Two hands shot to the air.

Lawrence observed their faces for a fraction of a second. They both looked around his own age, maybe a tad older. One of them had a pitiful excuse for a beard and mustache, while the other was completely shaved in the head.

"You. The one whose head looks like a bowling ball."

The person in question looked like they were half way to getting angry, but Lawrence shot him a deadly glare and he just returned to normal. Which was to say, about to shit on his pants.

"W-W-We were o-out of cash a-and..."

"Cease your stuttering, and stop it with the pointless excuses. The ladies and I like it when people go straight to the point."

"Y-Yes! I mean, yes! We were trying to steal things! We're sorry!"

"I see..."

"W-We are~!" Lawrence shut him up with another glare. "I'm sorry, I don't remember asking you to speak. Did I, by any chance?"

"N-No!"

"I thought so. Refrain from speaking without being asked to. It's a very impolite thing to do after all. next question: why did you pick my house precisely? Yes, you. The one who looks like a teenager with steroids overdose. You may answer."

"We heard from a source that this house would be unoccupied for the week! That's all!"

Lawrence arched a brow. "Well, they are not a very reliable source, now are they?"

He looked at Christiane, and she nodded back. Good. She knew what he was planning. That saved him the bother.

"Very well then. Let us hear more about this source."