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Written for the Fiction Land lj CommunityChallenge/Prompt:
Challenge 13- 10 MinutesWarnings:
It took him only a moment to assess the young man standing at an angle to him. Eye-patch on his left eye, erect posture, alert expression, with a young woman at his left shoulder. He obviously trusted the woman to take care of any problems to his left, while he angled himself slightly away from her, watching the right side of the street. They were both watching for something, someone. The man, though older, and battle-field experienced, trusted the girl at his side, counted her an equal to himself. Very odd. She couldn’t be more than sixteen years old… No, the frowned, make that fourteen. Old enough in appearance to make a lesser man (translation – any other person on the face of the planet, bar his brother, who was not his superior, just not lesser) to take her for an older teen. Why would a war veteran consider a child an equal. That was something odd, even troubling. Something puzzling; he liked puzzles. Well, he liked playing with puzzles.
There: the girl moved. Except that people didn’t move that quickly. He was an expert on physiology, and could tell, definitively, that humans simply didn’t move that quickly. Yet the evidence was in front of him. In an impossible amount of time, the girl had travelled from the man’s side to an alley some twenty yards away, and had disappeared. The man moved to catch up with a more appropriate turn of speed, though he had obviously learned to compensate for his monocular vision, and managed to miss the corner by a reasonable distance.
Without even thinking about it, he ran after the pair. As he did, he considered his intimate knowledge of The City, and realised that there was a wall at the end of the alley, and wondered how they would handle it. As he turned into it, he saw the girl paused in the middle of the wall, as if she’d jumped straight up, though that was impossible. No one could jump straight up that distance. Even if she’d jumped as high as it was possible for someone her size and muscle mass to jump, and then pulled herself up (an impressive feat) she still couldn’t have cleared a wall that high. Impossible.