#20: Beauty and the beast.

A masked man is sitting patiently in a park, on a silent night. He knows his workload is about to pick back up. Name of Preacher.

A paper skinned, petite woman is approaching from nearby, her intention to meet with Preacher. She doesn't have a name. People refer to her as Ghost girl, but officialy, shes called number 5.

Preacher can hear ghost girl approaching.

Preacher: "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

She stops dead in her tracks.

Ghost girl: "Reflexes as sharp as ever, so intriguing."

Preacher: "Appreciate the compliment, but they mean nothing."

Ghost girl: "And still as blunt as ever, you act as if you dont have time."

Preacher: "Quit the sarcasm, whats the big deal? Why did you arrange for us to meet?"

Ghost girl: "Cant two old friends, meet up once in a while?"

Preacher: "Sorry to tell you, i'm not your friend. I know you have something for me."

Ghost girl: "Fine then, if you dont appreciate my company i'll get to the point."

She leans in closer.

"The atomsplit is back."

Preacher: "You're still quite the prankster. Coming here after so many years just to waste my time."

Ghost girl: "These arent my words. Daxx has confirmed it."

Preacher: "How is that possible?"

Ghost girl: "Who knows. I certainly dont. Nyx discovered him, but the rat fled to the Lightning realm before Nyx could capture him."

Preacher: "I never once liked that...man. I guess i was always rubbed the wrong way."

Ghost girl: "You can say that twice... if he wasnt an important piece to the puzzle i would have gotten rid of him."

Preacher: "Oh, but you cant do that, can you now?"

Ghost girl: "Ooh.. you know me so well. I love that about you."

Preacher: "...Enough about that. You told me the information, what do you want me to do with it?"

Ghost girl: "Well, in a perfect world you would just go and kill the brat, however... i doubt they'll make that mistake again.

One thing, the brat has friends, two of them that helped him escape."

Preacher: "Is that so?"

Ghost girl: "Yeah, they dont seem any special, but they seem like a soft spot to strike."

Preacher: "That would be a cheapshot."

Ghost girl: "Dont toy with me, you're not one to miss an oppurtinity when you see one."

"We will strike when the time is right, but that time isn't now."