Bonesaw- Spotting Lookout

There were protests.  Riley didn’t hear the particulars as she walked away, back to her spot.

Sensory organs she’d implanted into her body activated.  She was aware of movement, even though her eyes couldn’t track it.

The tinker, she decided.

“Are you coming after me?” Riley asked, quiet.  “It would be a very, very dumb thing to do.”

Two of the metal plates down the hallway lifted up, curious people looking in.

The cloaking effect stripped away, pixels and lights peeling away to reveal the black-skinned girl.

“Heyy,” the girl said.  “Definitely not a threat, don’t worry.  But could you do me a favor and be quiet?  I’m not supposed to be back here.”

- Ward, Last 20.e4