Snippet #2032629

Rylie watched Daniel's shoulders shake silently with his chuckle. “I had a feeling this would just suit you more. I notice these things. Sort of my job.” Her eyes return front, focusing on the next turn in their journey. She did her best to keep them in the shadows still.

Stopping at an intersection, she paused and motioned for him to stop. Just to their left and down the road quiet a bit was a small army patrol. Rylie didn't think they were be seen but there was no point in risking it when a bit of waiting here was not the end of the world.

She watched them and counted to herself, figuring how long before they were at least three blocks further. A wave of her hand and they set out again. Walking they ducked down another dark alley.

“Practice. Understood. I was wondering as shadows are not something the average person just plays with. Makes sense that as a child you might.”

Rylie stopped, turning to look at Daniel. When she questioned other supers only on the rare occasion did they ask about hers and usually it was what they did, not history. Her face was calm as she looked him over.

“I was young. Very young. My toy came to my hand and all I remember after that was growing up in the base and learning how to use my powers. You call it practice, they call it training. I was raised to do my job.”

With a quick turn, Rylie set off down the alley again. “Do you enjoy being a mercenary? I imagine someone with your ability would be very useful for infiltration and extraction of goods or even sabotage.” Rylie glanced over at Daniel.