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Invincible - Osilon - 04-10-2010
A woman in a black trenchcoat stood on the very point of the once-was sleeper ship, in the heart of manhattan. She watched the city below, a slight smirk on her face. It was raining this night, for one of the first times in many weeks. Black clouds streaked the skies, and as she watched, a bolt of lightning struck about halfway down the ship.
Then her whole body tensed. She saw her prey. A human walked the path below, like anyone else, except this one was different. He was the cause of many deaths. Many of the beings that had died were contacts of hers, slavers and the such.
Taking a step forward, the woman struck down with the heel of her foot, and slid down to the road below, silently. She walked up through the crowds, towards the man. He saw her coming. He gaped for a moment, then he dropped his briefcase, running through the crowds. She responded in kind, leaping to a nearby walkway to get out of the crowds. Pulling herself onto a balcony with inhuman strength, she lept to the next, and onto the buildings roof from there.
Now that she was out of the crowd, she could move with much more freedom. The trenchcoat became a silvery color, the nanites that made it up returning to their original form, and formed into a set of interlocking black-and-silver armor. A helmet formed over her head, useful to conceal her form, and she bounded to the next roof.
The man had turned into an alley to try and get away from her. She could see it on the thermal imaging, he stood out like a rather large light, compared with the cold of the crowd, his panic only made it harder to run.
She stopped at the next roof. He had cornered himself. jumping down into the alley, she willed herself a weapon, in this case, a two-foot blade that formed where her right hand should be.
The man was freaking, screaming about not having a wife or children. The woman put her remaining hand over his mouth. In a cold, soft voice, she spoke.
:Then you will not be soon missed:
And she brought the blade down apon his throat.