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Despite what you might have told yourself, you couldn’t help but worry. And as time went on, those feelings of dread and anxiety only got worse. Within the hour, you found yourself swinging through the city, frantically crossing the distance between Silvio’s safehouse and the hospital that your family had been staying at. You lost track of time in your mad scramble to reunite with your loved ones.
Somewhere along the way, you started to see signs of looting in the neighborhood. Windows were smashed open, and people were carrying expensive electronics and the like out of various stores, big and small. You couldn’t be bothered to pay them much attention…until you realized that a hospital would probably make a half decent mark for looters to hit.
With a resounding explosion, you shot forward, not wanting to waste any time in reaching your destination. Multiple heads shot up to gawk at you, and some people straight up dropped their shit and ran for the hills.
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When you got close enough, it quickly became evident that someone had been fighting a war here. Improvised melee weapons and firearms were littered across the ground, along with the unconscious men and women that had been using them. You ran through the carnage of the scene, your blood pumping loudly in your ears. But when you were about to vault over the overturned vehicle at the front door, a dark shadow fell over you.
You looked up and gaped at the sight of a bright white crescent descending upon you. You backed away immediately, despite not feeling your spider-sense go off at all.
As the strangely shaped object grew closer, you began to recognize a figure attached to it. It was a person! And they were using the crescent shaped fabric as a glider.
Your first thought was Marc, but the one gliding down from above was far too petite. You could vaguely tell that the person was female, but-
By the time you realized who the figure was, they had already landed on top of the overturned car with a loud crash, shattering the windows and sending bits of broken glass everywhere. The figure rose and fixed you with an unreadable expression.
She was small, her body bound in white bandages and adorned with small pieces of decorative Egyptian jewelry. Her eyes were a ghostly white, and the area around them was a rectangular strip of black cloth. The mask that she wore seemed more like a regal headdress mixed with a full face covering, as it was clearly made of a finer material that you assumed was silk. The fabric hung loosely just above her shoulders, billowing in the night breeze.
She flapped her arms once, causing the fabric of her glider to ripple. You could see now that it was connected to her arms via sturdy cables. Like a wacky hang-glider of sorts. In one, fluid motion, she wrapped the glider around her waist and clipped the handles to her utility belt, forming a full-moon on the clasp and a pristine, but wrinkled, Egyptian-style white wrap skirt around her waist.
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