They appear in midair, visible out of a few thirtieth-floor apartments.
One starts to fall. The other catches her by the arm, flings out - wing-shapes of light - and slows her, spiraling down until they're at street level.
They appear in midair, visible out of a few thirtieth-floor apartments.
One starts to fall. The other catches her by the arm, flings out - wing-shapes of light - and slows her, spiraling down until they're at street level.
"Damn right we want someone who will do their job -"
"Stay until we have a replacement -"
"What did they just say -"
"I wasn't listening. Have a lovely evening."
"Aitim -"
"He's within his rights. Threatening to kill people is a very blunt instrument and sometimes employing it will backfire -"
"You just said you'd have people shot -"
"Because if you'd taken umbrage and walked off in a huff we wouldn't have lost anything."
Afen leaves.
And when they're done there's a knock on the door and a young man with light green hair says "Hello!" with only a bit of an accent.
"...but he didn't have work yesterday and today we're, what, not the most exciting things ever any more?"
"You are the most exciting things in the world. He left work early yesterday." He shrugs helplessly. "Afen Kisantami is Afen Kisantami."