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"Sure." John shrugged and walked over to them, his senses on high alert and his skills ready to use. He was thankfull to himself for not wasting any more mana during the class, so now he was back at max capacity. And given what he had coming, he most likely needed it.

"So we are buddies with Frank, his girlfriend, Vanessa Hawthorne, informed us that he was with you the last time he was seen by her?" The man continued. It was hard for John not to laugh out loud from this. Were these people trying to go undercover? Pretend to be pupils here? It would explain the clothes, but... have they never talked to a normal teen before? Not only their words but also their pronounciation was screaming 'finance major', or maybe 'law school' but nothing close to 'buddy to the sports champ of the school'.

John quickly counted two and two together and went on to assume that these two people were who Layklé threatened him with. People from the abyss, looking after the disappeared Frank. It had caught him a bit off guard, as he until now had assumed her to be lying back then. After all, her story was so full of logical errors, that it was more likely that she just made it all up than it to be true. But unluckily, it seemed to be at least somewhat real.
However, given these peoples expertise, he somehow doubted they already knew he was the culprit.

"Oh... well I told her what happened. He... talked to me..." He tried to fall back into his nerd speech he used earlier with Frank. Sure, they were not knowing how to talk like a teen, but maybe they were recording this and their superior did. Better safe than sorry.

"Yes, we were informed that he physically engaged you in a combative way, which resulted in you being harmed." John sighed. Did they not notice this themself? Wait. What if it was a trap?

"The hell is wrong with your speech?" If they really were recording this, or maybe even doing this on purpose, then him not mentioning their speech would be a dead giveaway for him being overly un-suspicious. "You talk like... I don't know... just wrong." This should do the trick.

"Excuse my language incapabilities, I only recently transferred to this school, for I was born in a different country. I plea of you to pay no mind to any inconsistencies which my speech pattern may result in." John raised an eyebrow. This one had to be on purpose, right?

"Yeah, right. You see, Frank trailed off into the city, dunno where to. If I see him I tell him his weird speaking friend was looking for him, 'kay?" John nodded to them and walked off. Alright, these must have been the first squat, looking for the missing kid. They were fast. Only hardly one hour since the kill. What if Frank really only walked off into the city? Anyway, if he wanted to have a chance to get out of this he had to leave.

They were only stupid goons, obviously, and he handled them well, but once they were not finding anything, they surely would call for backup. Competent backup. He considered observing them, but the fact that they have not noticed him so much yet put him off of that. He would have a chance for that later. For now, he had to get out of here.