He hung up.
It was a lot of time to kill. Free time sucked when you didn’t want to be alone with your thoughts.
An hour is too long for lunch. (It’s a bit early, too.)
I wanted to run, but it was awkward. The fenced off areas, construction zones and flooded streets of the Boardwalk didn’t really make a sprint around the neighborhood that doable. Besides, it was dangerous enough I might stand out.
Ah, yeah, that’s fair.
Hm. An hour may be too long for lunch, but maybe you should at least take some of this time to eat breakfast.
In the end, I went against my better judgement and decided to go for a run.
Oh, alright. Guess we’re doing this now!
I dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top, donned my running shoes and ensured I had both my pepper spray and my knife.
Still sticking with the safety precautions, as taught to by Danny. Though I’m not sure he’d approve of the knife.
But yeah, that’s especially important when there’s a legitimate risk that someone might figure out that you’re Skitter, or at least, that you’re a reasonably high-ranking Coil officer (that much could be deduced by surveilling the building for a while).
I unstrapped the knife’s sheath from the back of my costume, then threaded a belt through it so I could strap it around my waist. I put the sheath itself under my waistband and the handle of the knife under my top.
Nice. Concealed, but not that hard to pull out if needed.
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