Aisa
Whatever that something was--clearly not the semi, something more than a bad accident--only time could reveal. Whatever it was, it had finished its occurence.
With shaky legs, Officer Mello got up, raised a hand to Jenkins for the moment, and reported the surreal incident while the citizenry obeyed her to stay calm and wait for help.
HQ replied, “10-4. 10-78 and 11-44, Code 3.”
Aisa answered Jenkins. He stared at her blankly, dumbstruck. He opened up a holographic sheet and jotted down notes.
Amidst the confusion, Aisa noticed a tall, lean, bearded Caucasian man. He wore a short-sleeved black jacket over a red T-shirt. A silver cross hung from his neck and glimmered. She could not see much else, but he appeared to be looking for someone. When the man and Aisa made eye contact, one of the voices in her head returned:
You are not alone, Aisa
. After that, the man disappeared amidst the crowd and there was nothing else. Even if she tried, Aisa would be unable to find the man again.
“Phew! Now
that
...was a close call! Another day on the job, eh?” Gomez remarked once he reached Aisa.
A loud whooshing sound echoed from the skies. A police VTOL flew, accompanied by a flotilla of drones. It would not be long until the airborne force would reach 35 East Wacker, where the man who sent Aisa the message resided.
Yelling sounded. Aisa would notice an old friend: the bum. He remained shirtless, scruffy, blue pants a bit dirtied from the incident. He darted through the people, pushing and shoving as he went. Anyone in his way were hurled to the ground with surprising force, as if they were nothing but dominoes. The bum headed to 35 East Wacker, which was not too far away--just a few blocks or so.
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