Snippet #2757777

It's nice out here.

It was always nice in Lily's backyard, as far as she was concerned. Come rain, sleet, hail or snow, she always managed to relax back here; curled up with a book and a cup of coffee, it was impossible for her not to enjoy it. Her enormous estate had indoor gardens, but the way the outdoor flora perfectly framed the infinity edge pool that dropped seemingly into the ocean, there was no view that compared.

She sipped on her coffee, reading a few different books all at once. Six books about Action at a distance had been laid out on a table in front of her, she only moved the paperweights and flipped the pages of the books after each page had been thoroughly digested. Quantum pseudo-telepathy would certainly make her career a lot easier but it seemed like, for now at least, it was still out of her reach. A gentle sigh into her mug sent a cascade of steam rising into the air.

It's cold out...

Her thoughts were interrupted as a mechanical crow landed on her shoulder. The machine was Vantablack, virtually invisible against the dark night's sky. The little birdie had come to tell her what had transpired last night; that it saw a girl with shimmering wings of blue, ruthlessly murder a little over a score of people.

Perfect. I knew we couldn't all have been picked up by these so called "training facilities." Find her, give her this message.

Lily had found another at last, a super who hadn't been picked up by the enemy. The crow faithfully downloaded her message, cawing in agreement before taking off to spread the message to the other machines in its flock. One of them would see Blue Angel again, and when it did it would deliver the message in a carefully synthesized voice, as there was no sense in taking risks and using Lily's.

That message would read:

"A little birdie told me you were the Blue Angel. It's a shame one such as yourself should be bogged down in petty crime. If you'd like, I have something more suited for your talents. If this interests you, come to the Coastalia Transit Center at one in the morning. This job pays top dollar. If you're content dealing with drug-dealers and pittances of money, feel free to ignore this message."

The wind howled ominously, making Lily shiver. Her electric blanket clicked on with a thought and she cupped both hands around her coffee, taking a long sip and enjoying the warmth spread through her body.

Very cold out, indeed...