Like every other Thursday, Kid, Patty, and I head to the "Missions Wall."

With a fixed stare, Kid analyzes every square inch of the wall. Re-reading every post and weighing every requirement for the mission.

"Since there are two of you, I'd like to select a mission that will yield several souls. Our quota is double therefore small scale missions are no good." Kid breathed out. Bored as always he finally decided, "This one sounds perfect. 'Investigate suspicious gang activity related to missing souls in Brooklyn, New York.' You two are familiar with the area so we would have that advantage." Kid smiled in satisfaction and strolled off to the front desk to reserve the mission.

"Uh, hey Kid. Do you think it's a good idea to go back to Brooklyn? I mean we've been there already. No need to go back." I laughed nervously. The last thing I wanted was to go to Brooklyn. "Nah, it'll be fine big sis! We know our way around. C'mon it'll be fun, yea!" Patty slapped my shoulder and skipped next to Kid's side. "Honestly, Liz I don't see what is wrong with the mission. We will collect some delinquent souls and be that much closer to our quota." He gave me an annoyed look. There's no changing Kid's mind and as a weapon I had no choice but to obey his orders.

- Brooklyn, New York-

"Alright let us begin. We are here to collect the soul of Aiden Cardell. He is the leader of the growing, local gang named Cipyar. Apparently, this gang was formed 20 years ago and is just now expanding; however several souls have gone missing and the DWMA cannot account for them. Furthermore, every soul missing has been in this vicinity. It's our suspicion that Cipyar are the ones behind the missing souls." Patty and I nodded affirmatively. "Right!" The faster we could leave Brooklyn the better.

"Lizzy? That you Lizzy? Patty?" We turned around across the alley stood a tall, slender figure. "Uh, what?" I called regrettably. The figure approached us eagerly, eyeing Patty and me as if he were trying to make sense of us. As he drew closer I recognized the blue eyes, and buzzed, dark blond hair. "Lizzy! It's me! Clayden, you know Clay!" He stretched his arms apart and draped them over me. "Clay! Clay!" Patty cheered and ran up to hug him. Kid cleared his throat. "Liz. Patty. We are on a mission must I remind you." He glared at Clay. I began sweating and regretting even more so our little trip to Brooklyn.