Snippet #1229839

Marie whistled tunelessly from her perch atop the church spire. She loved the rain, loved how it made her clothes wet and left dew in her hair. Night and rain were the only times Marie ever felt comfortable, as they obscured details and kept anonymity. With a sigh, she donned her mask and pulled the hood up on her cloak. I suppose I should meet up with the others. she grumbled.

Grunting lightly, Marie dropped from her ledge and took off at a light run across the rooftops. She had missed briefing and the start of patrol, but Trackers rarely patrolled with the others. She was coming up on her one month inspection, however, and she needed the patrol hours to avoid reprimand. So she dashed and leaped here and there, scanning the crowd for signs of Lemon Seeds. Marie stumbled upon them by mistake, sliding down a drainpipe into a dark alleyway and almost landing on top of the group below her. She managed to stop and just hang on the pipe, watching and waiting. They undoubtably had detected her presence, but most Lemon Seeds knew to ignore her and allow her to tag along on her rare patrol days...like today.