"You have great potential!"
A synthesized, mechanical voice echoed through the cold wind between the tall buildings, sounding distorted and hollow.
The woman's face was covered with something resembling a gas mask. She raised the gun in her hand and dropped it to the ground, signifying she had no ill intent. "I know you still have some concerns about us, but cooperating with us is your best choice!"
Having said that, she strode away with an elegant, cat-like grace, disappearing from the scrawny man's view. If not for her leather outfit, which accentuated her impressive figure, the scrawny man might have thought an electronic ghost was chasing him!
It wasn't until the woman had been gone for quite a while that he clenched the gun in his hand, stared intently at the rooftop entrance, and backed up to where the woman had dropped her gun. He squatted down and picked up the discarded firearm.
Little did he know, the gun didn't feel right.
