WHO: Sasha and Cole MacGrath WHAT: Trying to re-connect with the man she's SO sure loves her WHERE: Metropolis streets WHEN: Jan 5th STATUS: In-progress
Wherever this was, this was not Empire City. Sasha didn't know whether to be intrigued or infuriated, but she decided it was a little bit of both. Between the First Sons and that piece of garbage Moya Jones, she'd been looking forward to tearing each and every one of those toy soldiers to pieces, but she'd had to leave. If she had to die, he was going to be the one to kill her - not Jones, not the water. It had to be Kessler, that bastard.
Only he was here.
It was a matter of finding him, but Sasha would have known his energy signature anywhere. His soul was a part of hers and no matter where he went, she knew she would be drawn to him. Even in this rotted out, empty place full of tanks and other conduits. It was just a matter of regaining strength, rebuilding an army of her Reapers.
Teleporting to the rooftop he was currently frequenting, Sasha appeared behind him, slipping out from behind the stairwell. "I knew I'd find you, Cole," she purred. "It took me months to find you, but I knew I'd find you here.