(Mira Oka)
They were still waiting. I was relieved that I managed to make it back in time.
The tan girl’s facial expression went from disapproved to surprised. The blond’s face was just the same.
“Did…” She tried again. “Did you get him?”
I nodded. “Yep. If you see an icewall, you’re going in the right direction.”
The blond raised their eyebrows.
“Don’t worry about me,” I added, glancing at both of them. “I’ve done the deal and I’ll take down the border around our city. Leave the professionals to me.” From there I dashed off at a manageable pace.
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I was lucky to not get caught. People seem absent minded these days. I guess they became quite dependent on the council. I avoided the busy streets and found an alleyway near the far end of it. There was plenty of shade, plus a dead end. I sat down and rolled up my pant sleeve exposing my wound. A deep scar in red. It was giving off a stinging feeling. I rolled it around to give it a stretch before wrapping it in a new sheet of bandages. As I gently wrapped the bandage around my ankle, the sudden whirl of angered thoughts revolved around my mind. That remark about my ankle. What an ass. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore. I did my part of the deal, so hopefully we’ll never cross paths again. The last thought put a smile to my lips. I shouldn’t be making myself angry. I have other responsibilities to do. Things I need to fix. I used the wall to push myself up and left the alleyway. I should go to my safest hideout. One away from everyone else. I snuck through bus stops, playgrounds, and gas stations to reach there. I felt some sense of dignity that I was familiar with in most parts of the city. And that I was able to travel from hideout to hideout sufficiently.
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