The Hot Shot Journal #3

Wednesday, Jan. 5th, 2022 just after 10AM in the morning. Westside Millennium City. Just a few blocks West of The John C. Lodge Fwy and Nault Street. Rooftop of the old abandoned AAA Warehouse.
 
Just after the fight ends. A strange, accented voice like a Beatle meets 2001 Space Odyssey asks me by name “Jasmine, are you safe now that the attack has been abated?” "How do you?"... I mutter. Then take note the sounds of the fight have ended and someone with a different accent says something from below me. Standing. I look down! And see? I don't even know.
 
Remember to breath. Air tastes polluted from the smoke! But..... it's time to go. I wave, turn, and run back to the door. Down the stairs. Out the door, into the street moving towards the escape route.
 
"Leaving Primary location to Escape route."
 
Mobile: Com handle for older brother Jason. "Escape route. Understood."
 
Earlier we took the time to prep a storm drain grate for easy removal. A string attached to a prybar helps me move it again w/o my older brother Jason's help. Damn grates tough to move even with a lever!!
 
Finally! I slide the damn grate off. I sit. When my butt's on the pavement. I turn back. See the smoke from all the carnage. Lots of smoke. Way too much!
 
"You sure know how to show a girl a good time!' 'CALL ME!' 'Access of Escape route now."
 
Mobile: "Clock set for 15 minutes. See you on the other side."
 
Armory: Com handle for older sister Joanna "Escape route accessed. Scrambling com links. Have a nice day Millennium City."
 
Dropped into the storm drain. Found the flashlight we left behind. One minute run turns into two. Remember to breath. Then into five. Remember to breath. Ten. Reality sets back in. Noting how much water there is still in the drain. Boots splash mucky water all over my little red cape.
 
 
Huff puff Huff puff Huff puff Huff puff!
 
 
"At least it's not raining!"