01-19-2019, 02:21 PM
An uneasy feeling seemed to settle permanently in her gut, the kind that told her she was up against a brick wall with no way to see to the other side. Laurie hated this feeling. Frustration drove her to discovery even as a kid. From puzzles in preschool to finding out who started a rumor in high school, she'd dig and dig until the brick wall was full of holes. Typically, it was her own fists that punched through if only by sheer determination.
DC honed her abilities to dig without drawing too much attention. Until one unlucky night, she was pretty damned good at it until the story broke on her site, of course. Moscow was exponentially more dangerous, though. Between a limitless government, channelers around every corner, and a terrorist group populating cells all over the place, Laurie's steps were careful.
Until recently, that was. Patience wasn't one of her virtues. She was walking the streets of Old Nikolskyaya, otherwise known as the Place of Enlightenment, with a plan. A bell dinged when she entered a bookshop and ascended some creaky old wood steps to the main shop level, stomping the moisture from her boots as she did. It'd been raining in the night, and this morning the streets were rather soggy. The warmth was welcome on her cheeks, and she smiled at the sole worker organizing a stack of books at the counter.
"Hi," she said far more enthusiastically than was received.
DC honed her abilities to dig without drawing too much attention. Until one unlucky night, she was pretty damned good at it until the story broke on her site, of course. Moscow was exponentially more dangerous, though. Between a limitless government, channelers around every corner, and a terrorist group populating cells all over the place, Laurie's steps were careful.
Until recently, that was. Patience wasn't one of her virtues. She was walking the streets of Old Nikolskyaya, otherwise known as the Place of Enlightenment, with a plan. A bell dinged when she entered a bookshop and ascended some creaky old wood steps to the main shop level, stomping the moisture from her boots as she did. It'd been raining in the night, and this morning the streets were rather soggy. The warmth was welcome on her cheeks, and she smiled at the sole worker organizing a stack of books at the counter.
"Hi," she said far more enthusiastically than was received.