was furiously being typed as a father was trying to explain to a daughter about Colonials. About how the trained and paid mercenaries outdid farmland militia by killing eldests and
Shit, shit the daughter looked at the countdown timer she had been given by a thug in a costume. "Okay Daddy, you know I love you and all my moms, relatives, she took off a high heeled boot to reveal barefoot.
"That had to be the footprint in the dust back there," three counselors got shocked and awed looks. "The one on the seventeenth floor?" A slow, painful nod. "Where the Ibeams were sticking out?"
Aha, that building, another person said into a sat phone, then waved. A red laser beam waivered onto the rooftop. "Next one stings," the radios somewhere said.
The daughter was unzipping the back of a fancy black pantsuit. "But nobody in your generation is taking this seriously." She back-stepped up onto the ledge. "And I have to. This is about the last hair of defense between the people I love and REAL EVIL. DEFENDING" she untangled a push button wand from the sleeve of the pantsuit, "Our COUNTRY
"HeLLO! REMEMBER US? SHE WAS showing us some real estate." Dazed tourist-looking people wandered out of an arch covering over a steel ladder chute.
"It was always going to be between the movies and politics," she pressed the button but nothing happened. She told her watch, "I'm coming down." The father's face blanched and he gripped his chest. She almost went towards him, but stood ground. Ripped off the pantsuit and little wings seemed to pop out of her armpits or the pit area of a secondary suit-type outfit. She looked at the watch, took it off, as well as pulling the wand-tube from the inflator hole of the suit. Beckoned a person over, instructed, hold these
And stepped off the ledge into a breeze that spun her.
A cell-phone rang. "I need to speak to...this is she...jumped off the top of the building in a flying squirrel suit...okay...not really. Inventor's last words were, guy who showed up to test it got taken."
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