Slight footsteps walking in a alleyway. Their movements soft, light, quick and quiet. Leaving no trace behind, not even a hair. They were almost a shadow.

"Miguel. Have you found anything?" Layla asked looking over his shoulder and looking at the messy papers.

"No. They're to quick, like a ghost." Miguel sighed, rubbing his head in frustration.

"I guess that's why they're causing panic in the city..." Layla says, reading the file Miguel had taking a sip of her drink.