To Wing (an experiment in plot)

[Ceed]

Toes splashing the water out of the gutters and onto the abandoned sidewalk Edward walked slowly towards the center of town, frowning at all of the vehicles laying abandoned along the side of the streets, sheets of rain pouring over the artifacts. Edward had been walking for almost half an hour. Finally reaching his destination he hopped onto the sidewalk and towards an old building. Pulling out a set of brass keys from his pockets he unlocked the door facing him without a glance at the empty street.

The door to the old antique store fell open beneath his hands stepping in quickly he hit a light switch on his left and shut the door behind him. Winding his way through the old appliances covered in dusty grey sheets he made his way towards a door at the back of the room. Apart from his own home this was his favourite place, where he found encouragement and glee donated from people he could relate to. People like him. People who knew what sorts of rotten things happened behind all the closed doors, people who knew what would happen to themselves and everyone else if they were weak enough to become slaves to the era of the digital takeover. Here he would wait, he knew the rest would come soon enough and together they would plot and plan to save the rest of them. The ones who called them radicals.

Marching through the second door he turned on another light, this time revealing a large round table surrounded by chairs and cabinets stuffed with paper. Taking his seat at in the navy chaise Edward reached for a stack of papers held together with a large paperclip and began reading to himself.

[Jimmeh]

The Reaper felt safe now, and opened his laptop once more. Via email he notified his employer of his success, and got a reply saying $10,000 had been sent to his personal bank account. Satisfied, he closed the computer and once again defied gravity around him, lifting himself back onto the roof. As he floated over to solid ground he let it return to normal and dropped to the stone with a small thud. He looked in the alley below, and just as planned his escape route was ready. A motorcycle sat ready for him, the keys in the ignition and everything. He dropped down, put his rifle and computer in a large compartment under the seats, and turned the keys.

He was far away in a matter of minutes, and arrived at his own apartment on the far side of town.