It never hurts to be flexible. [Riley comments back as her eyes stay ahead. Her days of perfectly crafted plans are over even if they tended to go off the rails here and there. Sometimes you have to be in the moment. Her best work has come from seizing moments and turning them to her advantage.
The silence stretches on so long that she's surprised he has anything to say at all. What he asks catches her off guard. Riley glances back at him like she's assessing if he's one of them, if she somehow missed one, but she already knows the answer to that.
Her eyes go forward once more. Riley doesn't spend much time analyzing people outside her mission. She is essentially dead even if her body stubbornly lives on. It is starting to dawn on her slowly that he may be going along with this because it's nothing new to him. Riley doesn't know what to do with that thought. She's one of a kind back home. No one else has ever cleared a neighborhood of crime, gotten rid of dirty cops, or taken out a drug operation solo. People like her should belong in a comic with a catchy logo.
She lives in the real world instead. She gets a hashtag, a mural, and to reluctantly live on because a cop didn't have the decency to let her bleed out with her family. There shouldn't be anyone else like her.
An answer comes slowly as she continues to process it.] I also shot them in the face. [Like it's an afterthought. There's no shame or anger when it comes to her crimes. She states them like facts; something inevitable. It had to be done.]
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The silence stretches on so long that she's surprised he has anything to say at all. What he asks catches her off guard. Riley glances back at him like she's assessing if he's one of them, if she somehow missed one, but she already knows the answer to that.
Her eyes go forward once more. Riley doesn't spend much time analyzing people outside her mission. She is essentially dead even if her body stubbornly lives on. It is starting to dawn on her slowly that he may be going along with this because it's nothing new to him. Riley doesn't know what to do with that thought. She's one of a kind back home. No one else has ever cleared a neighborhood of crime, gotten rid of dirty cops, or taken out a drug operation solo. People like her should belong in a comic with a catchy logo.
She lives in the real world instead. She gets a hashtag, a mural, and to reluctantly live on because a cop didn't have the decency to let her bleed out with her family. There shouldn't be anyone else like her.
An answer comes slowly as she continues to process it.] I also shot them in the face. [Like it's an afterthought. There's no shame or anger when it comes to her crimes. She states them like facts; something inevitable. It had to be done.]