Jack be Nimble
an excerpt

“What the fuck just happened?” Zeke choked out, having completely lost grips with the façade of cool he’d been maintaining all afternoon.
“I dunno! You’re the one who claims to know this part of the city like the back of your hand!” Sam exclaimed angrily. “Did you see him? He was huge! And why the hell did he have a big pointy stick?”
“Fuck if I know!” Zeke said, and veered off to the right, rather than left towards LAIR. Sam stumbled for a second, not expecting the sudden change in direction, and hastened after Zeke.
“Where are we going?” he asked breathlessly, “I thought we had to Report!”
“Screw that, I want to know what just happened, and Marge isn’t going to be much help. Did you see that chick? She wasn’t normal. They both looked like they were glowing or something, and her eyes were weird. Kaegi’ll know.”
With that, Zeke took off at a sprint again, leaving Sam to follow suit.

It didn’t take long for Zeke to arrive at his intended destination, ducking through cyclists, cars and pedestrians until they arrived at a row of several medium-tall buildings. Zeke slowed to a walk and led the way to a door labeled “Kaegi’s Repairs,” “Fiske Guide,” “Nautical Images Photography,” and “Lskendze Advising” in various styles of blocky, bright blue letters.
The door was only the entry to a long set of stairs, as Sam discovered. Fortunately for his legs, they only ascended four floors. When Zeke stopped, it was in front of a door labeled “Kaegi’s Repairs” in chipping paint.
Zeke shoved through the door, followed by Sam, both breathing heavily. There was only one person inside, a gangly, tall, friendly looking man with longish black hair and an ill kept goatee. He looked to be maybe twenty-one.
The man, better known as Radelexan Kaegi (don't judge, he always said, his parents were probably high), looked up at the sound of the door slamming open. An easy grin spread across his face when he saw who had arrived.
“Zeke! S’up, punkface?” he cried happily, not noticing Sam for a second. When he did catch sight of the younger boy, practically hiding behind Zeke’s slight frame, Kaegi wrinkled his nose and added, “Why’s the kid look like he just saw his momma’s ghost? You’re supposed to show him the ropes, not make him shit his pants.”
Zeke grimaced. “You would too! Listen, you’re not going to fucking believe what just happened. It was so bizarre, I swear, we nearly died--“
“Easy there, squirt,” Kaegi interjected, swinging his ancient swivel chair around and out from behind a c- shaped desk covered in assorted bits and pieces of plugs, wires, and other random electronic bits. “Pop a squat and tell me what happened.”