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phase shift (open)
Somehow, this whole city rearranging itself thing didn't impress Aeon.
What did was the fact that she hadn't died this week. Not even once. Not even close.
She'd woken up in an empty apartment, dressed, armed herself, and gone out to see how things had changed. Every step, she expected another manhole cover to be open and swallow her up, snapping her neck. That had been fun enough the first time around. Twice would be pushing it.
This place couldn't stay put. Aeon kind of liked that. There were skyscrapers now where there had been trees the day before. The view had changed from her front door. Aeon smiled, a dark smile, a satisfied smile. Things got boring when they didn't change.
She let out a low whistle, one that denoted her being impressed. And she stepped down onto the sidewalk firmly, black boot hitting somehow without a sound.
She walked down the street like she owned it, and she stopped when she felt someone following her. Stopped in her tracks, hand sliding down her thigh toward her gun.
"Two steps," Aeon said, voice harsh. "To your right."
And into her field of peripheral vision.
What did was the fact that she hadn't died this week. Not even once. Not even close.
She'd woken up in an empty apartment, dressed, armed herself, and gone out to see how things had changed. Every step, she expected another manhole cover to be open and swallow her up, snapping her neck. That had been fun enough the first time around. Twice would be pushing it.
This place couldn't stay put. Aeon kind of liked that. There were skyscrapers now where there had been trees the day before. The view had changed from her front door. Aeon smiled, a dark smile, a satisfied smile. Things got boring when they didn't change.
She let out a low whistle, one that denoted her being impressed. And she stepped down onto the sidewalk firmly, black boot hitting somehow without a sound.
She walked down the street like she owned it, and she stopped when she felt someone following her. Stopped in her tracks, hand sliding down her thigh toward her gun.
"Two steps," Aeon said, voice harsh. "To your right."
And into her field of peripheral vision.