Feeling strangely calm despite the pain that radiated through the back of her head, where it had struck the ground, Vista spoke, “Weld said it takes a kind of strength to face your emotions. Are you really that scared, Sophia, that you’d attack me instead of talk to me?”
I really think Vista might be one of the most mature people on the team.
Certainly more mature than Shadow Stalker, at least.
Sophia raised a clenched fist. Vista screwed one eye shut, anticipating the hit. It would almost be worth it if she hit me and violate the conditions of her membership on the team, to have her gone. But we need all the help we can get, right now.
I suppose that’s true.
“The security cameras are watching us right now.”
Sophia dropped her hand, stood, and stalked over to the far side of the room. She gathered her costume in her arms. “I’m going on patrol.”
What, so you can run away and take out your aggression on some crooks that the PRT doesn’t mind you punching?
“It’s not your shift,” Vista spoke, sitting up.
“Don’t fucking care. If Weld asks, I’m doing a double shift.”
…alrighty then.
And then Sophia was gone, having used her shadow state to disappear through the elevator door.
Bye.
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