Luna stood at the water's edge, downstream from the committiee building where Felix Cerulean had been murdered almost two nights ago, and stared into the murky waters. There were guards around the building, keeping an eye on the 'prisoners', which made Luna laugh inwardly. Those stupid morons had no idea... The island thought that it was well protected, but in all honesty the average intelligence of the island population was well below average.
Luna was lucky.
She brought her hand up to her neckline absently and ran her fingers over her gills. Lucky indeed. That water was probably freezing cold this time of year, and she was going to be wet for at least an hour after this.
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