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Memory 23: Just close your eyes
Jul. 1st, 2020 07:08 pmBlack Whisper’s only two blocks over, and that’s the saving grace.
Hurricane catches sight of her suit right before it flickers into cloaking mode again, and he taps the wrist control to lock on just as it slips from view.
Target: acquired, his HUD reads, white crosshairs on what looks like empty space, but Hurricane knows better. When the crosshairs lift up into the air to relocate, Hurricane angles up to follow – and when a flash of light splashes his way, and then another, he darts first to the left and then to the right. The shots miss him by a hand’s breadth, no more, and he just has time to think how hard it is to dodge something you can’t see when he slams right into her.
Black Whisper’s cloaking flickers and goes, and for about a second Hurricane has vague recollections of pudgy, bespectacled Dr. Yoshioka nursing a cup of tea and talking about how they really needed to move the circuitry farther away from the surface.
Then Black Whisper tips head over feet in probably the least graceful thing Hurricane’s ever seen, and he’s got the presence of mind to wheel past her and circle back. He gets his arms around her suit as she tries to right herself; those lasers are mounted in the hands, so as long as he can keep them neutralized, everything’s going to be just fine.
Nothing’s ever fine. But if you neutralized her for good, she’d stay down.
He doesn’t want to fight her. But he also definitely doesn’t want to let her go, so that she can fix her cloaking device and slip away again.
So, door number three: he holds on tight while she thrashes, and he angles them down toward the ground.
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Hurricane catches sight of her suit right before it flickers into cloaking mode again, and he taps the wrist control to lock on just as it slips from view.
Target: acquired, his HUD reads, white crosshairs on what looks like empty space, but Hurricane knows better. When the crosshairs lift up into the air to relocate, Hurricane angles up to follow – and when a flash of light splashes his way, and then another, he darts first to the left and then to the right. The shots miss him by a hand’s breadth, no more, and he just has time to think how hard it is to dodge something you can’t see when he slams right into her.
Black Whisper’s cloaking flickers and goes, and for about a second Hurricane has vague recollections of pudgy, bespectacled Dr. Yoshioka nursing a cup of tea and talking about how they really needed to move the circuitry farther away from the surface.
Then Black Whisper tips head over feet in probably the least graceful thing Hurricane’s ever seen, and he’s got the presence of mind to wheel past her and circle back. He gets his arms around her suit as she tries to right herself; those lasers are mounted in the hands, so as long as he can keep them neutralized, everything’s going to be just fine.
Nothing’s ever fine. But if you neutralized her for good, she’d stay down.
He doesn’t want to fight her. But he also definitely doesn’t want to let her go, so that she can fix her cloaking device and slip away again.
So, door number three: he holds on tight while she thrashes, and he angles them down toward the ground.
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