She finally did after five o’clock that evening. She came out of the building, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a no-nonsense shirt, her short blond hair blowing faintly in the wind. My literal bird’s eye view gave me an excellent close-up of her face, which was…
Well.
She was lovely.
She had these bright eyes that seemed both intelligent and kind, which is a rare enough combination. She wasn’t exactly smiling, but she seemed to be in a good mood nonetheless, and it showed in the way she walked, practically bouncing to her car, a small, functional, and unadorned sedan. She didn’t wear any jewelry, and didn’t look like the type who would do so regularly anyway. She was young, around my age, somewhere in her mid-twenties.
She really didn’t look like someone who was planning to kill thousands, possibly millions of people.
But, I reminded myself, she was definitely dangerous. Anyone who could make it into Focus, even as an initiate, was able to wield terrible power. Though she may not be able to nuke a city with her mind, she’d have no trouble burning down a building, or pounding me into a slurry of unrecognizable flesh and bone.
I did not want to turn into a puddle of goo.
I didn’t know if I could trust her, and I couldn’t take the risk anyway. So I stuck to the plan I had made.
I flew from the power line to the silver SUV I had parked off the road, near a small wooded area. Moving quickly, I shifted back to human, then rearranged my features significantly. I changed into the clothes I had prepared, shoving my pants on and throwing the button down shirt over my shoulders. I leapt into the car and started it as I buttoned the shirt fully.
Then I turned my eyes toward the parking lot in my rearview mirror.
I saw the girl pull out, signal left, and drive past me at a leisurely pace.
I gathered my nerves together, ground my teeth and followed Nora Tress, initiate of Focus, as she drove down the road.