Sixteen

Six and Leigh spent the night in the park. They were both exhausted after a long day of searching and collapsed against each other at some point. Six was warm - an awfully nice heat source. They were awoken a few hours later by a homeless man who kept asking them for drugs. They left after that.

"How will we find them?" Leigh muttered to herself, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and following Six along the sidewalk towards a small café. He glanced backwards.

"I think I might be able to find someone who can help. He's got a Twist that could track them down - well, make them come to us."

"What do you mean?"

"He's a beacon. Literally. If we tell him about the people we're looking for, he can locate them with his mind and summon them. They won't be able to resist the pull. It's like a magnet," Six explained as he took a sharp left into an alleyway. His gait didn't slow down.