"I'd rather hide," Scythe said, shaking slightly. For the first time it became clear he was barely older than Myra was. "But...they'll find me, the tracker..."
"I can deal with that," Myra said. "Stay till though, this might hurt a bit." She reached out, focusing her mind until she could find the tracker. Suddenly it appeared in her hand. She looked at it for a moment before squashing it in the palm of her hand. "That's how I got rid of my own tracker," she said to the others. "Otherwise they'd have found me instantly."
"Thank you Myra," Scythe said, simling. He turned to go but turned back for a second. "Good luck, for all our sakes I hope you win."
"If you change your mind you know where to find us," the masked figure called after him. He turned, allowing Myra annd Clarice to get a proper look at him for the first time. He was as tall as Myra, a long red cloak draped over his shoulder, the distinctive ring on his right finger and a long sword in one hand that he was leaning on. He sheathed the sword, reaching up behind his head to unclip the hooks which attached it to his head, it coming off to reveal a handsome man in his late twenties who smiled when he saw Myra. "I'm sorry it took me 14 years to come back Myra, if I'd known they'd come for you I'd have stayed." He walked up to her wrapping his arms around her. "Who's this lovely young woman then?" he asked, a smile on his face.
"Clarice," Myra said, blushing slightly. "We're..."
"You don't have to explain," the man said. "The fact you're holding hands tells me all I need to know. Clarice, I'm Vince, Myra's older brother," the man said, kissing her hand. "I'm guessing you have a few questions, like how I and your brother have ended up working together."