Ambrosia_64
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Money. She'd gone to school to be a fucking surgeon. If that were her concern, she'd have it.
It didn't offend her he thought she was cut from the same cloth as the other pieces of shit in power-she didn't think much of him either.
She'd get the job done. Assuming she lived long enough, Jesus. Get out now? "I can't sit at home or hide in my clinic anymore-the city needs-" The call went to voicemail. Something was wrong.
"It's late, he must be home-he has a house in..." She tried to remember what he'd said about it, it had been a passing remark, an attempt at a one liner. She'd ignored it. Of course she had. "The Glenndale suburb. I don't know the address." She had absolutely nothing to contribute here, and the powerlessness of it was aggravating. "I'm sorry."
Had something happened? Was this really happening?
He was calling Aimee-or rather, Concerned Citizen. It was a weird thing to have happen, in front of her-and she watched closely, anxious to know she was okay.
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"Oh, hello Nightwatch!" Cheerful, happy Aimee-though she was out of a breath and speaking in a slightly lowered, quiet tone. "How are you?" The sound of a chainlink fence in the background, of impact.
She was no longer running-she'd lost the men for sure-but she was still navigating cautiously, juuuust in case. She was almost to her car, though.
It didn't offend her he thought she was cut from the same cloth as the other pieces of shit in power-she didn't think much of him either.
She'd get the job done. Assuming she lived long enough, Jesus. Get out now? "I can't sit at home or hide in my clinic anymore-the city needs-" The call went to voicemail. Something was wrong.
"It's late, he must be home-he has a house in..." She tried to remember what he'd said about it, it had been a passing remark, an attempt at a one liner. She'd ignored it. Of course she had. "The Glenndale suburb. I don't know the address." She had absolutely nothing to contribute here, and the powerlessness of it was aggravating. "I'm sorry."
Had something happened? Was this really happening?
He was calling Aimee-or rather, Concerned Citizen. It was a weird thing to have happen, in front of her-and she watched closely, anxious to know she was okay.
//////////////////////////////////////////////////////
"Oh, hello Nightwatch!" Cheerful, happy Aimee-though she was out of a breath and speaking in a slightly lowered, quiet tone. "How are you?" The sound of a chainlink fence in the background, of impact.
She was no longer running-she'd lost the men for sure-but she was still navigating cautiously, juuuust in case. She was almost to her car, though.