Fukalite was glad it was summer and not winter. It was not just because it meant a glorious summer vacation after months of being buried under homework (which she lovingly avoided and procrastinated on) and drudging through days of dull lecturing, but it also heralded the arrival of warm weather. Spring was sunny and all, but nothing compared to the intense heat of summer. Summer weather was often complained about, but Fukalite enjoyed it.

You see, if this was winter, her arms would be freezing as she patrolled the town. Her legs were covered just fine—black leggings paired with pants protected them from harsh wind, but her arms were left bare. There was no layer of cloth to shield her arms from a chilly winter night, nor was there covering to soften a fall when a senshi knocked Fukalite to the ground. She could only imagine herself a few months from now—shuddering and shivering and sneezing as she moved from rooftop to rooftop, reluctantly running around town to fulfill her energy quota. Fukalite did not appreciate the imagery.

“I wonder if it’d be smart to tote along a jacket once the cold season sets in?” she asked herself with a curious tilt of her head. Perhaps it would be wise to ask a fellow agent. Fukalite slowed to a halt, staring out at the city like searching with her eyes would help her find a comrade. There. She could sense it. Another energy signature similar to her own—it was dark, somewhat foreboding and nothing like the sugary sweetness of a senshi’s. It was just a few blocks down.

Somewhat eager to have some company for once, she jumped to the next building and the nest and the next until she hopped off the edge and landed to the ground with a soft thud. “Hey! Hey, you’re a lieutenant too, right?” Fukalite grinned, standing up and searching for the other person.