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Leon often questioned his life decisions and today was no different. If he'd been thinking with his head and not his stomach, he would've turned down the extra shift at the restaurant. But tuition was due and he didn't want to live off snatched leftovers and ramen noodles for the next two weeks, so he'd worked late on the one day he should've left early, and now the bus was taking fucking forever.He shifted in his seat, turning so he could look out the window to the passing street. The sky had turned navy with streaks of pink and purple, and streetlights flickered on, signaling the impending night. The bus was still at least a mile out, and he clenched his jaw when he heard the squeaking and hissing of brakes as they came to a jarring stop. His fingers tapped a rapid-fire beat on his knee and his eyes darted to the people standing to exit the bus, back out the window, and again to the people shuffling along at a snail's pace. At the rate things were going, he'd get there faster if he ran.
He surged to his feet, shouldered his backpack, and made his way to the front of the bus while craning his neck to see past the line. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," he said under his breath, bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet. Finally, his turn came, and he hit the ground at a run, eliciting sharp protests from those he pushed through.
The farther he ran, the more strained his expression became; it felt like someone had grabbed a dial in his head and turned all his settings to max. Glaring headlights of cars whooshing by made his eyes water and he scrubbed at his face with the heels of his palms. Every breath that powered his long strides brought smells that had no right being smelled in the first place; it was all shit and piss and unwashed bodies. He could hear everything: his shoes slapping against the sidewalk, startled gasps as he darted past people, his heart pounding away, his ribs cracking and expanding in his chest -- he registered the sound before the pain hit, and it caused him to grunt and double over. He pushed on at a stumbling run with his arms clutched around his middle, his teeth gritted against the feeling of his body beginning to tear itself apart.
He wasn't going to make it in time.
Alice and her partner had spent their shift patrolling the perimeter of an unassuming concrete office building. Over the course of the evening, a handful of people had walked through its frosted glass doors, casting furtive glances their way before disappearing inside. Otherwise, the entire block remained as empty as it always was. They were in a commercial district, surrounded by vacant storefronts and closed office buildings, no one else had reason to be there.
There had been a small group of teens that had stopped for a time to gather around a friend with a pack of cigarettes, but they'd been quick to leave when she'd pulled back one side of her black jacket to reveal a padded vest, silver badge, and gun attached to her hip. She'd kept her best stern face on until they skittered away, then snorted a laugh and grinned up at her taller partner. If the past couple months were any indicator, that was the most excitement they'd see for the night despite the full moon rising in the sky, and they were safe to resume their prior discussion.
"Right, so," she said, tucking a stray piece of blonde that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear, "I used chunky peanut butter in the batter this time instead of creamy. I think they turned out better than my last batch. Did you get a chance to try them? Left them in the break room."
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