Rooftops are amazing things. They provide a great place for sunlight when a person wants to bask in it. There is little traffic there, as not many people like to travel by rooftop. However, they are convenient because whoever had designed this street had made it so that the rooftops were close enough to jump to and from, as well as each one consecutively being lower than the other as to give the jumper extra flight room.
Someone would think that it was almost too convenient. Spiderman would be having a field day. Nightcrawler was.
But marvels aside, Crawler sat on the edge of a building overlooking the Seine. She had a perfect view of the whole river from the top of the ten story building. The ship in port was easy to find from her perch. Having taken the sniper sight from her rifle, she was able to read the name Alba Varden off the port bow.
Her watch beeped. She instinctively looked down at it and saw a message written across the face. WHERE ARE YOU?
“I think the question should be where are you?” She scanned the scope around the streets she could see down.
ON THE BRIDGE.
Crawler aimed the sight at the bridge and saw Wells waiting there impatiently. She took the glass and flashed it in the sunlight. “Look at the rooftops.”
She saw Wells look up at her and nod his head. Then he started to walk to her side of the river, talking into his cell phone. I WILL BE THERE SOON. COME DOWN AND MEET ME.
"Sure thing. After I finish my last search pattern."
She watched Wells walk onto the street along the river, then something caught her eye. There was a couple kissing near the riverbank. Normally, couples kissing in Paris was something very ordinary. After all, Paris was the city of love, right?
Yet she knew them. And their presence, whether it was that of vacation, or a mission that ran parallel to hers, was not good. No longer was she safe in this city. Her cover had to be blown, if not from the apartment, from that incident with the member in the alley about ten minutes ago.
Terra Group was definitely present in Paris, and if they found out who she was, she would be dead.
"You can't let them see you," Professor had warned her.
"Why?"
"Because how are you going to stay undercover if they realize you're not from their world?"
Crawler had thought for a moment. "True."
"Stay away from them at all costs. One wrong move and you'll end up in a situation that even I won't be able to pull you out of."
"I understand. But what should I do if our paths do cross?"
The professor sighed. "Either disappear, or make them unable to remember."
"And if it comes to action?"
The answer was spoken with a hard, serious tone. "Then make sure you do not lose."
She closed her eyes and placed the sight back onto the rifle before securing the weapon to her back under the wrap. She found a fire escape and started down to meet Wells. If this lead turned up nothing, she was going to have to convince Wells to leave the city, or else desert him.
She could no longer afford to vacation in gay Paris.