Wraith moved in the night like a song from a radio, drifting out into
the dark where words cannot be seen. She was dressed in black,
her black hair tied into a ponytail and a mask over her face.
She
came up to a fence and leaped over the 14 foot high barrier like a leaf
in the wind. She landed on her feet on the other side and continued to
move, paying no heed to the sentries on patrol because she was part of
the night and moved right before them in plain sight. They did not blink
or acknowledge that she had gone past.
She came up to the
outside security doors and her fingers danced over the console, and the
doors majestically opened. She slipped inside, just a blur to the security
cameras. The watchmen on duty didn't even register the fact that the
doors were breached. Wraith's fingers danced open another door and she
was in. A smile cracked her serious face since she knew that she had
still had the magic, the power, the moves.
She stepped into the hallway and moved off to one side. "I'm in," she spoke softly into the throat mic. "Time me."
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