"I'm familiar with 117th and Williamson. I can get you close." Alexa Dewey. I'll have to record her in the database. And see if I can get contacts for her. "I'm going to take your arm. I need physical contact for this to work." After declaring so, Umber caught her forearm in his hand. Closing his eyes, he started to recall what he knew of the corner he mentioned - the protruding sign with the perpetually burnt out bulb, the awning that recently got replaced to a fresh forest green, the candy shop advertising half price for seniors on Wednesdays, the streetlight that hung over the intersection, the row of shops cemented together like fencing. He recalled the new bricking added to the side of the building across the street, where a van careened out of control and took out part of its structure. Recently the hires at the barber shop drew on their window glass to illustrate santa and snowmen for the holidays.
And the sidewalk sloped, which he now found beneath his feet, complete with the crack caused by the great towering root that pulled itself from the ground. He opened his eyes then, significantly drained from the instantaneous transport of both of them, and released the lieutenant. Mild dizziness prevailed with his loss of energy, but he wasn't worried. He stood, then, and looked toward the street signs in the intersection.
Williamson and 117th, they read. He remembered correctly.
"Before you get home, you'll want to power down, or go back to your regular self. Your parents won't recognize you like this. If you concentrate on what you looked like before, you can drop the uniform. You'll want to do this where no one can see you.
"Safe travels, Sylvite. Call me when you want to start your training." He vanished then, as quickly as they had appeared, likely to collapse in a bed for the rest of the evening.
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