Remember "Thin" in the first chapter? Decided to write a second part.

Maria Cobb, Falcon's Drugstore, White Block, 40 days before the attack

Maria scanned the shelves stocked full of cough medicine and anti-venom, the fluorescent drugstore lights hitting her head of uncombed black hair. Her hands glided over a carton of the cheapest anti-venom and placed it within her tearing trench coat. Now for the hard part. She walked past the medicine aisle and to the frozen foods where a man in a gold and black striped winter shirt picked out a can of Jen and Berry's ice cream. His frisky movements denoted a caffeine addiction, and his allergy to smiling meant he either held a position in the government or worked overtime as a telemarketer. Maria smiled as she took out a blue metal tube and aimed it at a security camera hanging above his head. Stupid thing, she thought, prolonging the tube on the camera, shaking it.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Before Maria could place the tube in her pocket, the man grabbed her arm and jerked her toward his face.

But Maria smiled and looked into the man's deep purple eyes. "You don't have to fight a fellow Butterfly."

His grip loosened, and slowly Maria was able to break free. She rubbed imaginary dirt from her coat, feeling for her anti-venom. She wondered what could've happened if this man didn't have purple eyes. Initiating a fight in a drugstore just took more labor for cover-upping.

"Maria Cobb?" In the absence of adrenaline, this man's voice had a tune of peace to it.

"Got that right," Maria said, looking at his can of Jen and Berry's. "Really, wasting your paycheck on ice cream?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You better be stealthier next time, Miss Cobb, or next time a White Blocker will catch your shoplifting."

She bit her lip until she tasted copper. A sinking feeling washed over her. "What?" She said, her mouth dry.

He leaned in until his mouth was an inch from Maria's ear. She shuddered, wondering if he wasn't part of the Butterfly Legion at all. "Are you heading back to the base?" He asked, barely a whisper.

She scanned the aisle for shoppers, and then leaned back in. "Yes, and you're following me. I don't care where you're going, how important it is or not, I can't let you run." She spoke with her tongue firmly on words, articulated perfectly.

The man made a half smile. "Lead the way, Cobb."