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<span class="mu-r">“That one?”</span> you asked, pointing at a young woman with platinum blonde hair and a pink miniskirt. Both you and Terminal came to the conclusion that the SIlvertongue is most likely possessing a female body, since it stole Cindy’s voice, and that would fit it the best.
Terminal shook his head. <span class="mu-r">“Nope. <span class="mu-i">That</span> one.”</span> he said, pointing a clawed finger at a short girl. She had pale skin, jet black hair reaching down to her back, and round, hooded eyes. The girl was shorter than average, but she seemed to carry herself with a confidence that made her seem taller than she really was.
<span class="mu-r">“You think she’s the Silvertongue?”</span> you said.
Terminal shrugged. <span class="mu-r">“She fits the bill. I can sense something foreign in her body. Something that isn’t supposed to be there.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“And the other two?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Nothing special about them aside from a few illegal implants.”</span> he casually concluded. <span class="mu-r">“But I think this chick has got something else going on.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Let’s try not to lose her, then.”</span> you declared, before pulling yourself into the air with a webline and taking to the skies. You moved with grace and preternatural speed, hopping from building to building in the blink of an eye, trying not to be seen by anyone on the ground. Drawing attention to yourself was not an option today.
You didn’t know how, but Terminal reassured you that he was keeping track of you the entire time, and to not worry about him while you were tailing the girl. Over the next two hours, you were surprised to see that she wasn’t doing anything terribly unusual for a young woman. She went into a few shopping centers, ate out at a popular cafe, and strolled through the city as if it were her own backyard.
Just when you were starting to get bored, however, you noticed that she took a detour into a nearby park. This made it much harder to follow her, since there weren’t any tall buildings to zip between, so you had to be extra careful, leaping from tree limbs to tree limb.
A couple times, she glanced around, checking to see whether she was being followed or scrutinized by anyone in the immediate area, before continuing on her journey. It was then that you realized that she was about to do something that she wasn’t supposed to. A rush of excitement coursed through your mind, and you struggled to dampen your enthusiasm, lest it make you sloppy in your pursuit.
At some point, she ventured off into an underpopulated section of the park and disappeared around a corner. A moment later, you followed her, only to find that there was nothing there! She had disappeared!
Did the Silvertongue catch wind of you somehow? Where did you mess up? Was it going to disappear now that it realized you were hunting it?
Struggling against the despair and frustration threatening to tear you down, you closed your eyes and sank into your spider sense. The same way that you had during your fight with that skateboard guy—the Night Thrasher.
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