I'm not known for my compassion. I just get the job done, not caring what obstacles are in my way to achieve that goal.

Maybe that's why I got kicked off the team; for my lack of empathy for the innocent.

I used to tell them that in a world full of aliens and gods, one measly life won't matter. But apparently, it really does to them.

So I got replaced by a teenage girl, a man in a suit with wings, and a robot.

I snap the laptop shut, stuffing it into my bag and throw the strap over my shoulder. It's getting dark and walking home isn't nice when all the druggies come out begging for money.

It takes me ten minutes to get home. Would've taken me five if it weren't for the already gathering pack of dead eyed men near the library.

Library you may ask? Just catching up on what my ex-friends are doing since they're too busy to answer their phones.

But then again, ex-teammates. That'd be kind of awkward talking about their day, mentioning the new recruits and their awesome adventures.

I've already closed and locked my door by the time I realize someone's in my apartment. It could be the drunk from upstairs, although there's total since and he's usually sifting through my underwear drawer.

There's a slight shift from the kitchen, or maybe the bathroom. The walls are so thin I'm never sure which sounds are coming from where.

I hold up my hands, following my instincts and enter the kitchen slowly.

A man sits at the table, not at all worried as he turns his head. I stare at his golden helmet, finding the horns resembling something of a reindeer.

"Genevieve Harper," His voice is like silk, smooth as he stands and sets his golden staff down beside him. "I've been searching for someone like you for a long, long time."