Alice's eyes were locked on the rooftop across the plaza.
Her expression was cold, and unreadable.
Not even the noise from the crowd or the burning remains of the exploded bullet seemed to register with her.
Isaac followed her gaze.
He knew where the attack had come from too. He opened his mouth to speak.
"Alice, don't fight in the city. We will have to pay money—"
But before the sentence left his lips, she crouched.
The concrete beneath her feet cracked violently.
Then she jumped.
A thunderous shockwave rippled out from the force.
Pavement split apart. Nearby storefront windows trembled, some of them shattering under the sudden pressure.
Drones overhead lit up red, signaling movement that breached the allowed threshold for urban combat zones.
She was already gone, her figure streaking through the air.
Within moments, she landed on the rooftop of the tall commercial building across the street.
Two figures stood there.
