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“Glad to hear it.” Finishing the last of your skewers, you yawn, stretching out the cricks and knots accumulated from three consecutive movies. “What a day! What a day. Let’s walk all the food off back to the <span class="mu-i">Calypso</span>. HOPI isn’t gonna like it if I can’t fit into the cockpit.”
>>Checking for Gully points…
>>You have accumulated enough Gully points!
But just as you push off the wall and start to move, Gully stops you. Again, no differently than her first invitation, with a nervous bite of her lip. “Actually, if you’re still up for something else…I know somewhere we could go.”
You say nothing when she leads you out of Upper Garden, back into the industrial sprawl of Foggy Bottom. Passing through the apartment complexes, the checkpoint and the bustling crowds, you reach the industrial district within a handful of minutes.
You do, however, raise an eyebrow, then level a concerned look as she waltzes through an empty construction site at the base of one of the district walls. When you hesitate, she motions for you to follow, holding up the yellow CAUTION tape to let you in.
“C’mon!” she insists. “We’re almost there.”
“There” turns out to be one of the myriad towers along the Outer Ring, assessable via a maintenance lift for construction workers and foremen. It’s a tall structure, easily thirteen stories high above the rest of Foggy Bottom. There isn’t anyone stopping you, let along a single patrolman making the rounds. And from the way that she’s moving, this is something that Gully’s done before.
“Are we supposed to be here?” you ask nervously.
“Not really, no,” she admits candidly. The pilot reaches for her bag, revealing the leather container holding her Polaroid. “But it’s the highest point in the Outer Ring that gets me a view of the entire city.”
You have to admit that it is an impressive view, if somewhat vertigo-inducing. It’s…an awfully long way down. So until you get your bearings, you’re gonna stay away from the railing as much as possible.
She tilts her head. “Are you scared of heights?”
“Nah, it’s…odd, is all,” you assure her, gazing just beyond her shoulder to the vista of the city. “…I’m just used to being at or below sea level. Feels weird being up this high.”
“You’ll get used to it,” she reassures you with a smile. Nervous and anxious, but a smile nonetheless. “I hope you like it. Don’t tell the foreman, but it’s my favorite place in Babylonia aside from the <span class="mu-i">Calypso</span>.”
…you can certainly see why. It’s the perfect vantage point for picture-taking. And with the way the city lights up at night, you think she won’t need to use any flash. The entirety of Babylonia generates enough light to be seen for miles outside the city.
“Yeah, no…” you reply, “I…I never really looked at Babylonia like this before. Could use a beer or two, maybe a grill and a table for eating, but it's a great view.”
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