His expression is tight, twisted in quiet agony as he stares at the building across the street. It’s in tatters from the fight: windows are shattered with bits of brick and wood littering the road. The two upper floors have collapsed, snapping the middle structure and causing it to cave inward.
At first glance, she thinks little of it. Destruction is an unfortunate part of the job they can’t avoid, but something she has always been able to fix at the flick of a wrist. For a moment, she thinks perhaps he’s forgotten this, but a sense of dread settles in her stomach as she looks back to the rubble.
- Part 1 of As the Dust Clears
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15 Feb 2016