Astrid stood atop a high rise building that was situated in a place that looked like a town square. It was the remnant of what people living in this new world would have loved to call, the old world.
Her fist was outstretched and the dying wisps of a powerful wind were blowing her hair that was in a neat high low bob as well as that of the individual by her side upwards as he squinted unable to handle the wind in his eyes.
Astrid took a deep breath and looked down from the building to the ground where a blonde-haired lady with green eyes was rising up after anchoring herself to prevent her body from being swept away by the gusts of wind.
It was Sandra.
She looked up to Astrid and raised her thumb with a nod. As an experienced Invigorated, she could sense the minute assassins even though their signature was rather weak. The feeling they gave off was disgusting, to say the least, but given their diminutive nature, their presence was small.
