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The simple things in life are by far the most enjoyable. The amber of a fine single malt. A cool breeze blowing across my balcony as I study the lights of the city below.
Simple is far too hard to come by.
The amber reminds me of past drinks, time spent with friends long passed. Too many friends. Far too much time.
The cool breeze raises goosebumps, my flesh chilled, reminded that I too should be in the grave. The breeze also brings the acrid reminders of destruction. Fire, chaos, death all unstoppable forces. Far from simple.
There was a palpable tension in the city, as though the collective population had been holding its breath, not a soul daring to make a move. Safer to hide in the shadows, then stand up to fight. There were those that had of course, there always will be.
Of course nobody had seen Angel in some time. Pausing to sip from my glass I dared not consider the odds he would return. If he did, Faith could handle him.
As for the rest of them, they weren't nearly up to the demands of being champion of a city. The girl, Max had come the closest, however I had left her in the detention block under Raina's supervision. The files Lindsay had left regarding Ms. Wallis were quite extraordinary. I hoped to meet her once she had satisfied herself downstairs.
I had also found the files regarding a girl who preferred the name "Rogue". Her escape had been aided by an acquaintance of mine. Logan. I couldn't but feel some empathy for the man, rescuing the girl with such drama. Rescuing the girl, how many times had I failed that same mission?
Tapping my fingers restlessly along the rim of my glass I looked down, examining the ledge of my balcony with a single minded focus. Twisting my wrist I let the glass fall, fifty seven stories down. There was no sound of shattering, not at this height. The sound of sirens in the distance was a constant presence in New Metropolis.
Turning away from the view, I picked up the phone, calling down to the valet. "I need my car brought around. Two minutes."
Simple is far too hard to come by.
The amber reminds me of past drinks, time spent with friends long passed. Too many friends. Far too much time.
The cool breeze raises goosebumps, my flesh chilled, reminded that I too should be in the grave. The breeze also brings the acrid reminders of destruction. Fire, chaos, death all unstoppable forces. Far from simple.
There was a palpable tension in the city, as though the collective population had been holding its breath, not a soul daring to make a move. Safer to hide in the shadows, then stand up to fight. There were those that had of course, there always will be.
Of course nobody had seen Angel in some time. Pausing to sip from my glass I dared not consider the odds he would return. If he did, Faith could handle him.
As for the rest of them, they weren't nearly up to the demands of being champion of a city. The girl, Max had come the closest, however I had left her in the detention block under Raina's supervision. The files Lindsay had left regarding Ms. Wallis were quite extraordinary. I hoped to meet her once she had satisfied herself downstairs.
I had also found the files regarding a girl who preferred the name "Rogue". Her escape had been aided by an acquaintance of mine. Logan. I couldn't but feel some empathy for the man, rescuing the girl with such drama. Rescuing the girl, how many times had I failed that same mission?
Tapping my fingers restlessly along the rim of my glass I looked down, examining the ledge of my balcony with a single minded focus. Twisting my wrist I let the glass fall, fifty seven stories down. There was no sound of shattering, not at this height. The sound of sirens in the distance was a constant presence in New Metropolis.
Turning away from the view, I picked up the phone, calling down to the valet. "I need my car brought around. Two minutes."