They all use different names. Sometimes, it gets difficult to remember which one is the real name.
The street is quiet. Empty. The streetlights cast a sickly yellow glow across the pavement. The buildings are dark. Down the block, her team sleeps the sleep of the exhausted. Whatever nightmares haunt them in the waking world are forgotten for the moment.
Would that forgetting this was as easy as forgetting her past was.
"Mister Samuels." One foot shifts back, prepared for any sudden move on his part. The corner of Alani's mouth twitches as if she isn't sure whether to smile or snarl. "Did... did the Service send you? You came alone, didn't you? No Biggs?" There's no mistaking the way she glances past his shoulder for a split-second. "This seems a little less than coincidental."
"Coincidence" has rapidly become a meaningless word.
"If- if you need me for a job, afraid I'm not working for MI5 any more."
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Date: 16 Jul 2020 01:34 (UTC)The street is quiet. Empty. The streetlights cast a sickly yellow glow across the pavement. The buildings are dark. Down the block, her team sleeps the sleep of the exhausted. Whatever nightmares haunt them in the waking world are forgotten for the moment.
Would that forgetting this was as easy as forgetting her past was.
"Mister Samuels." One foot shifts back, prepared for any sudden move on his part. The corner of Alani's mouth twitches as if she isn't sure whether to smile or snarl. "Did... did the Service send you? You came alone, didn't you? No Biggs?" There's no mistaking the way she glances past his shoulder for a split-second. "This seems a little less than coincidental."
"Coincidence" has rapidly become a meaningless word.
"If- if you need me for a job, afraid I'm not working for MI5 any more."