Hollow Ground: Angels & Men

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His soul a wisp among the living, Quinn stood in the dark corner of the bar, watching the room. With a few tables in between himself and the bar counter, the bar was empty except for the few people or what seemed to be people in the front.
Eric’s hair was long, the braid over his broad shoulders. His body covered in tattoos, but the only one that stands out is a barcode on the back of his neck, stating him as human. His voice is low as he speaks, “Two coffees and a beer.”
The waitress nodded, walking into the back of the bar. Lukas looked at his brother, sighing, “Who’s the beer for? Rene?”
Rene chuckled darkly, her accent thick, “As if he’ll let me drink, heaven knows what a drunk time traveler would do with a shot gun.”
“It’s for me, actually.” Eric pulled at his braid with one hand, while the other drew circles in the pile of sugar on the counter. He was lost in thought as the other two hunters chatted about nothing in particular, perhaps a case. “Speaking of time travel, Rene, have you found him?”
Rene shrugged, her eyes focused on his drawing in the sugar. “Some people don’t want to be found, ain’t like I can pass around a photo of the poor bastard, now is it?”
Eric and Lukas huffed in disbelief. Rene had more than once changed the course of history by bringing the future or the past to the wrong place in time. The loss of the prisoner was one of those many mistakes.
“Here’ yah coffee, darlin’.” The waitress smiled softly, placing the coffee in front of Rene and Lukas, and the beer in front of Eric. “Hope y’all enjoy your drinks, especially you, hun.” She winked at Eric.
“Thanks, sweetheart.” Eric smiled sipping at his beer as she walked away. When she left he turned to his brother and their friend. “You guys ready to go?”
“You mean to tell me, Eri’, that I waited a half hour for a cuppa and you wanna leave?” Rene glared at her friend and then glanced at the corner Quinn stood in before whispering, “He is here, you know.”
Eric nodded, looking at the corner himself. “So, we found you, my friend.”
Quinn’s form shimmered in the corner, only to reappear perched like a bird on the edge of the nearest table. Perhaps, instead I found you. His mouth quirked up into an awkward smile.
“Use your voice box, angel. We know you’ve got one.” Rene hissed, pulling him off the table before the waitressed noticed him. She wasn’t very fond of the angel Eric kept prisoner, which did not help her defense after she lost him.
“So-sorry, Renegade.” Quinn stuttered, averting his eyes from Rene’s glare. “I heard Eric’s prayers.”