Amea Virou
Snowbound
Another day, another job. The buzz and burn of neon lights spread a red-pink glow across a sizable balcony. It’s metallic planters and cushioned furniture blended into the walls that reached even further towards the sky, several dozen floors above. From below the sound of a busy main road could just barely be heard. Squeals of transports, crashes of crates, but no people. They were there, they could barely be seen, but they were not heard or felt.
A strong wind carried Amea’s hair back and forth as she slowly began to turn around towards the mercenaries pouring in from the door she had stormed out of. Each breath that passed between her lips felt like a blessing for her lungs but did very little for her nerves. It was over then, this was it. Her driver should have been here by now but they were nowhere to be seen. This was the time, this was the exact place that they had agreed upon. No alarms had been tripped, yet the mercenaries had been hot on her tail from the moment that Amea had picked the item up.
So, it was a set up then? It wasn't unheard of. Freelancers getting set up in a game where rivals measure their sticks between one another. A long sigh parted Amea’s lips as she began to consider her exits. Needless to say, the mercs that took up the balcony door and pointed their blasters at her were blocking the most convenient one.
But there was another exit somewhere around here, there always was.
There was always another exit.
Always.
A strong wind carried Amea’s hair back and forth as she slowly began to turn around towards the mercenaries pouring in from the door she had stormed out of. Each breath that passed between her lips felt like a blessing for her lungs but did very little for her nerves. It was over then, this was it. Her driver should have been here by now but they were nowhere to be seen. This was the time, this was the exact place that they had agreed upon. No alarms had been tripped, yet the mercenaries had been hot on her tail from the moment that Amea had picked the item up.
So, it was a set up then? It wasn't unheard of. Freelancers getting set up in a game where rivals measure their sticks between one another. A long sigh parted Amea’s lips as she began to consider her exits. Needless to say, the mercs that took up the balcony door and pointed their blasters at her were blocking the most convenient one.
But there was another exit somewhere around here, there always was.
There was always another exit.
Always.