Who: Samson and Epiphany
Setting: The Temple, late afternoon
Samson checked his watch at the train trundled along its tracks, not really needing the watch, with him implants, but he kind of liked the feel or it on his arm. And it was nice enough that once he’d fixed it, he could set alerts on it. It was slowly ticking down the minutes to when he was supposed to meet with Epiphany. He kept her on a schedule, too worried about the endless hack of enhancements added to her body to not check in regularly.
And it was easier when they knew to expect him. They handled his reappearance better when they knew to expect it.
( back to his roots )