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) Store Owner: "Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to remove your mask, please. After the last incident we had with a Dheus Ehx Machina employee in here, we can't just let people walk around with them anymore." Kimora: (Staring at the tall yet burly man asking her to remove her mask. She calmly mumbles under her breath.) "Distortion.." (Then saying aloud.) "Wait...did that just not work?" (Remembering Her mask restricts her powers she silently cursed to herself. ) Store Owner: "Miss, I have a business to run. I don't have time for your games. If you want to play games please stick to the consoles. Outside of that, I'm going to ask you to remove your mask or please exit the store."

Scattered, untrained and dormant. There were others not like me exactly but close enough. Children, adults. Unaware carriers of low-level adaptive signatures. The builders would find them and when they did, the doorway would lock. “Kade,” Lena’s voice trembled slightly, “can you mask them?” The question cut deep masking one signature was possible. Masking thousands was uncharted. “I can distort the scan field,” I said slowly. “Temporarily.” “How long?” “I don’t know.” “Do it,” Jamal said.

She danced with a third man, quieter than the others and when he returned her to Camille with a formal bow I saw Camille grab her hands and say something that made Wren smile and it reached her eyes. I couldn’t remember the last time she’d smiled at me like that. The thought sat in my gut like burning coal. Then Mason appeared. I saw him before she did, moving through the crowd with that easy confidence he wore like a second skin. He’s removed his wolf mask at some point tucking it into his jacket pocket and now he moved unobstructed, his green eyes fixed on Wren with an expression I recognized because I’ve been wearing a version of it all evening.

Well, he had no choice. And now that Bella had him threatened, now was the time to get on Dexter's good side. “The wristwatch was really great, Dexter. I really loved it. It's really cool, even though I'm not used to luxuries, but since it is from you, I’ll take it with all my heart,” Mason said, making sure he didn't sound awkward. “I forgot it at home; that's why I am not wearing it. I'm sorry.” Dexter smiled with a nod. “Nah, it's fine. But you have to make it up for me, though. Like a hangout maybe at your place. Don't worry; I'll bring the others too.”

Even though the Wolfsbane didn't have much effect on Trent, he still knew it was going to be difficult taking down Marcus's men. He had been lured here and had no clue how prepared they were. Strong hands grabbed Trent from behind and forced him down onto his knees. He could see Marcus standing there with that mask still covering his face, preventing the smoke from having any effect on him. The men who had handed Marcus the mask now surrounded Trent, their weapons drawn and pointed directly at him.

Within minutes, he was dressed for combat – black tactical gear that clung to his form like a second skin, the silent holster at his side, and the micro-comm buzzing softly in his ear, ready to relay the information he didn’t need but had prepared for anyway. He approached the old Montrose safe, his fingers moving with a practiced ease over the combination, retrieving a watch. It was Elena’s. The one she had left behind when she had walked away – when she had thought she could escape from the web of lies that bound them. The watch, cold and weightless in his hand, clicked against his wrist with finality.

the second masked figure said. Their voices had been altered by the masks making it impossible to place who they were beneath it. I wondered if anyone would hear me if I screamed loud enough, but the metal pressed harder against my head. “Don’t even think about it.” the one with the gun warned, almost like he’d read my thoughts. The third masked figure was by the door, checking to see if they were clear, but of course, Wraith wouldn’t be coming home anytime soon, at least not till hours later. They were going to get away with this.

"Boots, because you never know when you'll need to run somewhere the ground isn't kind. Flashlight, because it's the cheapest way to remind yourself the dark isn't permanent. Knife, because you should never again be in a room where the only weapon is whatever you can turn yourself into, understand?" I don't fully understand. But I nod anyway, and I mean the nod, because something about the ritual of it — the plainness, the lack of ceremony — undoes something in me that three years of careful smallness never touched. Last, she unclips a length of braided leather cord from her own wrist and holds it out. "Scent mask," she says. "Not perfect. Nothing's perfect. But it'll blur you enough that an

“Non-lethal if possible, boss wants answers!” The struggle was brutal but short. Furniture overturned. A grunt of pain. The intruder was tackled to the ground, zip-ties snapping around his wrists. Elena peeked over the sofa just in time to see the man’s mask ripped off, young, cold eyes, a fresh tattoo on his neck that looked like a Conti mark. One of the guards kicked the man’s weapon away and pressed a knee into his back. “Clear! Perimeter secure. He came up the service elevator, disabled the secondary sensors.”

Turning Danica watched as Chris rushed back towards where her and Mason stood, in his hands he carried masks and gloves. "Here you are Alpha." Chris said handing over his loot to Mason. "Great, both of you each put these on." Mason commanded handing over the masks and gloves. "Alright." Danica said taking them. First she slipped the mask over her face and was immediately overwhelmed by the sense of being constricted. It was an unpleasant feeling but she knew that she wouldn't be able to get away with not wearing it. Next she put on her gloves and held up her hands.