Chapter 88
<span style="font-weight:400">“Two-twenty-four.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She pulled herself up, muscles heating, sweat beading on her neck, brown eyes focused on the far wall. The rm clock next to her bed ticked over and buzzed once before the radio clicked on. She pulled her chin up and over the bar as a short jingle yed. Then a voice cut into the near-silence of her bedroom. “Good morning, Anta!” A jolly voice said, “It’s six am! Blue skies today with a high of eighty-four. First thing’s first, here’s the carter radar report: Mana levels are going to be high again as a dungeon is anticipated to form in the city by the end of the month. City leaders are looking forward to it as it’ll mean more business.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Two-twenty-nine.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She nced towards the window and saw some people starting their days. Lights eithering on or people making their way out of their homes to start an earlymute. “For yourmute this morning, we’ve got a few hot zones already marked for a high chance of monster formation. Heroes are already being sent to the scenes. You should avoid the following streets for the next hour or so,” The man started rattling off street names as she pulled herself up over the bar again, her fingers tensing. “Make sure to check the tracker app regrly for thetest updates. Now a quick chime in from the sponsor…”
<span style="font-weight:400">He trailed off and a slightly amused woman cut in, “This morning carter radar report has been brought to you by ASTA Corporation. We are <i><span style="font-weight:400">your</i><span style="font-weight:400"> solution.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Two-thirty-six.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Now for the news,” The man went on as the very digital ASTA jingle finished ying out, “Two umon-grade dungeons were imed this past evening by a joint operation with the Anta and Georgia state Guilds. Seems like there’s already an agreement on the books about mining rights, you can look it up on the official Pandora Guilds app. If you’re a frencer looking for work, they’ve still got some slots open,” He rambled on, “The final piece of the North American carter radarwork was alsopleted this morning, finalizing a project that’s been a year in the making. I for one am going to be sleeping a whole lot more easily now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Two-fifty,” She let out a sharp breath and dropped from the bar,nding on her feet and heading for the folded towel and bottles of water on her wardrobe. She snatched up the towel and ran it over her face before cracking open a bottle of water and drinking it down. “It’s been just under a year since the Vegas Incident, everybody, and the day we lost one of our favorite sons. Two memorials will be held this weekend. One at the Vegas Memorial Gardens with the unveiling of a statue of our own Firestorm, and at the Nick Adders Memorial Building right here in Anta.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Radio off!” She called with a smile and dipped into the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. Long ck-brown hair was trussed up in a ponytail shing with lightly tanned skin. A pair of bright brown eyes glittered back at her. She smiled and checked herself out, all muscle, a proper set of abs and toned arms. She was as ready as she could ever be. A quick showerter she threw on a tube top to allow her skin to breathe a little, some blue jeans, and of course her favorite article: an orange letterman jacket with Firestorm’s logo on it.
<span style="font-weight:400">The jacket hade out very briefly as part of a funding drive to help build the Vegas Memorial Gardens. Both ASTA’s Sonya Chernovna and the nowte Johnathan Adders, Firestorm’s father, hade together to start the fundraiser and had both doubled the public donation. The release of hero-rted merchandise had been intended to be a one-time thing but it had triggered an intense wave of demand as more heroes who participated in the incident were publicized. Especially the international heroes. She even had her own Euclidia pocket watch, it was really cool, you could see the time reflected clearly on the inner part of the lid no matter what angle you held it at.
<span style="font-weight:400">She snatched it up and stuffed it into her pocket just as she reached the door.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Lily! Lillian! Are you awake?” Her mother shouted from downstairs.
<span style="font-weight:400">She pushed the door open, “Yeah! I’m up!” She called back, “Just finished getting dressed!” She hurried down the stairs, bouncing from step to step beforending in front of her bewildered mother. A head shorter than her and way prettier in her opinion. “Hi!” She said brightly.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her motherughed, “Hi! Did you have a good birthday?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She swept her mother up into a hug, nearly lifting her off the ground, “Sure did! Thank you!” She kissed her mother on the cheek and hurried past her to the kitchen. “Where’s dad?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Dragging himself out of bed slower than you,” Her mother chuckled, walking past and setting down a te of steaming food in front of her. “Hurry up and eat, you’ve got a big day,” She paused, “Any signs?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing yet,” Lillian said as she scarfed her food down, “Usually happens within the first week of turning eighteen though, so I got time.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You have your badge?” Her father grunted as he stepped into the kitchen. She looked up at the tough-looking man. ck hair and a bit of salt in his beard. He had anyard around his neck marking him as a mining hero. Someone with enough power to handle themselves in a fight and do work in a dungeon, but not much else. He’d been a contractor before the sh, working to support his family. He’d awakened his powers and started making money selling monster parts to ASTA before dungeon mining became a legitimate job a few months back.
<span style="font-weight:400">The money was great.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure do!” Lillian said and pat her neck, “Or not, one sec!” She jumped out of her seat and ran back up the stairs to the sound of her father and motherughing. She grumbled and scrambled around her room till she found it on the nightstand. She picked it up and looked at it.
<span style="font-weight:400">HIGH POTENTIAL FOR LIGHT-TOUCHED AWAKENING, LILLIAN LANDREY
<span style="font-weight:400">Getting tested for how receptive her body was to mana had been a bit nerve wracking. The machines were still in their early stages and were frankly huge and intimidating. The report that there was an extremely high likelihood of awakening was exhrating though. She sped it in her hand. “We are the firestorm,” She breathed, holding it up to her head and muttering a small prayer to anyone or anything who would listen. “Please be cool, please be cool.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her little mantra done, she hurried back down the stairs and flew into her seat, scarfing down her meal. Her fatherughed as he took a bite of his toast and her mother sipped at her coffee. “You’re going to choke,” Her mother cautioned her, “I’ve got work in an hour, love. I don’t want to take you to the hospital.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Lillian looked up abruptly, a piece of egg in her mouth. She scarfed it in quick, “Uh… sorry.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I know you’re excited, just be polite and keep a cool head, ‘Lil,” He said and reached out, patting her head. “Can’t believe you chose this over free running.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Lillian grinned, “It’s fate, free-running was just preparation. I know it,” She said clenching her fists. “I’m strong, fast, and agile. A perfect fit.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Confidence will do you good, just make sure to be polite to the guild members and especially the guildmaster if you meet him,” Her father cautioned with a wink, “Don’t forget that people have personal space, alright?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Lilian scratched her nose, “Right right…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Now get going, you’ve got to make it to the terminal,” He said and sipped at his own coffee.
<span style="font-weight:400">Lillian hopped to her feet and ran around the table to pull him into a monstrous hug. She did the same for her mother before hopping back into the entryway of the house and snapping off a little salute. “Trainee hero Lillian Landrey is off!” She barked and hustled to the door, snatching up her gym bag that her mother had packed for her. She fumbled with the lock before darting out onto the sidewalk to a chorus of her parents''ughter. She took a deep breath, “It’s gonna happen today, I know it!”
<span style="font-weight:400">She pulled out her phone and flipped to the map, “Terminal… turn on monster watch… okay!”
<span style="font-weight:400">The route to the terminal avoiding monster watch areas was a bit back and forth, but it was the fastest route. She pulled her bag over her shoulder and broke into a jog, excitement glowing in her heart. <i><span style="font-weight:400">The first annual youth camp for high-potential hero trainees. I can’t believe they let in people who aren’t awakened yet. Hell, I can’t believe I got in. </i><span style="font-weight:400">She grinned. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Just goes to show how far a little passion will take you. </i><span style="font-weight:400">She thought as she jogged down the street, darting past people as she made her way out of the neighborhood and into the city proper.
<span style="font-weight:400">She passed by a few shops as she went, waving at a few people she knew. One of those ferryman taxis passed by, the ritzy ck taxis that only the rich seemed to afford. They looked pretty normal to her. She shrugged as she rounded a corner and spotted a few people standing in front of arge kiosk with a tv hanging from the ceiling. She hustled over and slid to a stop, ncing up at the screen. An asian woman in dark martial artists robes ented with armor and a sword across her lower back stood at a podium with an older looking guy.
<span style="font-weight:400">“The current top-hero, ck Lotus, is currently in the United States in an oversight tour with a few other members of the new International Team,” The reporter said, “She is the first hero to single-handedly im a rare-grade dungeon. There is some spection that she is in the country to assess the epic-grade dungeon that appeared in the mountains outside of Seattle.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The screen changed to another woman wearing all white with a bombastic smile on her face, she wasughing and talking with a few children. “ASTA CEO Sonya Chernovna visited one of the orphanages set up in the wake of the Vegas Incident yesterday. She is ted to be touring the east coast before heading to Europe for the Pandora Committee conference next month,” The reporter continued, “After the Committee moved their headquarters to the Hague its reach has expanded, especially with the formalizing of the Vegas Act, which restricts the activities of Mythic-grade light-touched outside of dungeons.”
<i><span style="font-weight:400">She’s gonna be on the east coast? </i><span style="font-weight:400">Lillian stared up at the screen, <i><span style="font-weight:400">Will she visit the camp? Oh man. Signing with ASTA would be crazy! </i><span style="font-weight:400">She bounced on the balls of her feet and checked her phone. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Oh shit!</i><span style="font-weight:400"> She darted away from the kiosk, racing down the street as fast as she could. <i><span style="font-weight:400">That’s what I get for getting distracted! Sheesh!</i><span style="font-weight:400"> She admonished herself, zig-zagging between cars stuck at a red light and hopping to the next stretch of sidewalk.
<span style="font-weight:400">She kept running, going from street to street, following the guide. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Just a little- </i><span style="font-weight:400">She spotted a small form moving out of the corner of her eye and slid to a stop, snapping her hand out to grab a kid that had wandered a little too close to the edge of the sidewalk by the shirt. She pulled him back as a car zipped by. “Hey! Careful there!” She said and nced around to see his mother running over.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Zack! I told you to stay with me!” The woman admonished him before turning to Lillian. “Thank you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The kid turned around and pouted, “I’m bored.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Lillian squatted down and spotted his firestorm t-shirt, grinning at him and poking it, “He’d listen to his mom, right?” She said and then tapped his nose, “Be good.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He blinked as she got up and turned away, darting off without another word. She came to a stop at a particrly clogged intersection. The other intersections beyond it were just as bad. People avoiding a marked area. She checked her phone again. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Ah, poop.</i><span style="font-weight:400"> She nced around and saw an alley that would get her to her destination while skirting at the edge of the marked area. She huffed out a breath and darted between a few openings in the cars and into the alley. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Just run through.</i><span style="font-weight:400"> She told herself and broke into a dash, hopping over things left behind.
<span style="font-weight:400">A bang sounded off to her left, <i><span style="font-weight:400">Heroes must be working.</i><span style="font-weight:400"> She thought as she crested the alley and a hound went flying past her face. She slid to a stop and blinked, ncing to the right at the creature as it staggered to its feet only to get a bullet in its head for its trouble. It slumped to the ground as she nced to her left and a grizzled looking man walked past her, giving her a sidelong look, “Did you not check the app this morning, kid?” He grunted.
<span style="font-weight:400">She scratched her neck, “Running a littlete, gotta get to the terminal.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He nced at hernyard and raised an eyebrow, “Better get moving. It’s clear here. I won’t say anything,” He said and strode towards the corpse.
<span style="font-weight:400">She snapped him a salute, “Thanks!” She called and he waved dismissively, not looking back. Lillian raced across the vacant street, moving into the next alley. Buildings turned into a blur as she passed, pushing herself until she finally hopped over thatst inappropriately ced dumpster. Shended on her feet, breathing hard, as she finallyid eyes on the bus terminal. A heavy looking bus with the Pandora Committee logo on the side of it was waiting and there were already people gathered around it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Made it,” She let out a breath. She hurried across the street, waving her hands. “Hey! I’m here!”
<span style="font-weight:400">A guard wearing amittee inspectors coat turned and reached for a weapon on his belt only to pause when he saw hernyard pping about. He was wearing a full face helmet and armor beneath his coat. He crossed his arms, “You’rete! What’s your name?” He demanded.
<span style="font-weight:400">She slid to a stop, her stomach sinking a little from the admonishment. “Uh, Lillian Landrey sir.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He turned his head towards a woman standing off to the side, she had ck hair in a bob cut. She wore a functional pencil skirt and white blouse that almost made her miss the ornate white choker hugging the woman''s neck. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Is that a pink sapphire?</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Lillian thought before the woman cleared her throat and drew Lillian out of her distracted thoughts. The woman adjusted her sses and looked down at a clipboard in her hand, “She’s on the list,” The woman said, “You’re very lucky Miss Landrey. We’re getting ready to leave. Is that your luggage?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes ma’am!” Lillian barked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Mhm, go ahead and put it in there,” She said, pointing a pen at an openpartment beneath the bus. “Then get in. We’re leaving in five minutes.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Lillian didn’t have to be told twice, she hurried over and tossed her bag in before making her way over to the door to the bus. She climbed inside and looked out over the many heads that looked back up at her briefly before going back to what they were doing. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Oh man this is it! Now where do I sit?</i><span style="font-weight:400"> She thought, making her way down the aisle until she found an open seat. There was a guy sitting there and looking out the window. She stopped, “This seat taken?”
<span style="font-weight:400">A pair of bright blue eyes turned to look at her, blonde hair coiffed perfectly on the guy''s head. He brandished a brilliant smile at her, “Nope! All yours!”
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