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A shadow was passing over the city. Literally. There was nothing to be seen in the late afternoon sky, not even a disturbance in the clouds, but something was coming in fast across the Hudson. It was too high up for anything more than a faint flickering shade across the water, but in the pre-fabricated jungle of Lower Manhattan there were some, working in particular high-rise buildings along a particular path, who glanced up briefly as the shadow went by, wondering perhaps if a bird had flown by the window. Others might have turned an ear toward a distant sound, one that might have been an engine, though it could scarcely be discerned from the constant background roar. It was moving too fast to be detected for more than an instant, and when it slowed to a halt the sound dimmed and the shadow was quickly lost among the rest.
That wasn’t to say, however, that the invisible shade went completely unnoticed; especially when a few seconds later computer screens across the central city began to crackle. Radio frequencies shifted, televisions fazed, cell phones buzzed and cut out and almost every wireless hotspot there was went all to hell.
It stayed that way for several minutes - long enough for some to realise that it wasn’t their equipment at fault and for complaint calls to start rolling in - then just as suddenly almost everything snapped back to normal. Almost. There was one particular area, somewhere near Penn Station, where still nothing was working right - almost as if the disturbance just might have been looking for something, and that search had suddenly been narrowed down.
High above the city, looking down at the scanner screen in the Archangel's cockpit and the tiny red dot blinking at its centre, Rak smiled; "Gotcha."
That wasn’t to say, however, that the invisible shade went completely unnoticed; especially when a few seconds later computer screens across the central city began to crackle. Radio frequencies shifted, televisions fazed, cell phones buzzed and cut out and almost every wireless hotspot there was went all to hell.
It stayed that way for several minutes - long enough for some to realise that it wasn’t their equipment at fault and for complaint calls to start rolling in - then just as suddenly almost everything snapped back to normal. Almost. There was one particular area, somewhere near Penn Station, where still nothing was working right - almost as if the disturbance just might have been looking for something, and that search had suddenly been narrowed down.
High above the city, looking down at the scanner screen in the Archangel's cockpit and the tiny red dot blinking at its centre, Rak smiled; "Gotcha."