twiststheblade | Angels: Act Two

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Yokohama.

Japan's biggest port city.

Hub of trade, export, and import.

Modern, classical, new and ancient. If a thing is new 'it was done first in Yokohama'.

It is late by the time the two bikes purr through the suburbs, heading for the heart of the financial district. Late, and the rain has stopped. The surfaces are slick with water, lights reflecting off anything and everything, a shifting kaleidoscope.

The buildings are an odd mix. Darkened office buildings, except for the odd window where a worker is up late into the night. Bars, restaurants, the odd shop, spill light and sound and smell out into the streets.

Eventually, Miho waves an arm, slows, and pulls over to the side of the road. She hops off, braces the bike, and smoothly uses her entire body-weight to lift it onto the stand. She pushes her visor up, and smiles.

"Well, this is it."

There are two buildings that stand out. One is rounded, almost like a tower, stabbing up into the night. Next to it, seperated by only a narrow alleyway, is a mirrored tower-block, curved frontage, glass elevators running up the outside of the building. It has an enourmous lobby, brightly lit, edged by small shops, and a few restaurants.

"That's the one we want," she says, pointing to the rounded building. "And this is the one I thought we could go across from."

She grins.

"Anyone for sushi?"

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"I can't watch her," Alanna grumbles as she steps into the harness. She's not entirely sure what it's for, but it seems to be what Goldy wants her to do. "Just tell me when she reaches the other side. My, this is snug."

She's not really showing off, but she does stop halfway over, looking back over her shoulder to check on them. They're fine.

So she continues across, and kneels to check on the rope. It's firm, it won't be going anywhere.

She flashes them a quick wave, before ducking across the roof to check on the doors.

Goldy waves back before she finishes strapping Alanna up. "It's got to be tight," she explains, firming up the buckles even more.

She sees to her own harness next, then attaches carabiners to each end of two shorter lengths of rope. She clips one of them to Alanna's harness and one to her own.

"Now clip the other end onto the line and if you get tired or lose your grip, you won't fall," she says, sitting herself on the edge of the building, to one side of the rope that extends across.

"With any luck."

"With any luck," she repeats, smiling a little. "Good thing I'm lucky."

Sitting down on the other side, she does as instructed and clips the carabiner to the line. She assumes Goldy wants her to go first.

"We can never, ever tell Adam about this, okay?"

There's a guilty look in her eyes as she wraps both hands around the rope.

"Deal."

When she's done reshouldering her pack, she clips her carabiner on as well.

"Now get your cute ass over the other side."

Miho keeps one eye on the roof, one eye on the girls as they pull themselves across, hand over hand. She nods in unconscious approval - Goldy obviously knows what she's doing, Alanna is strong and dextrous. They pause for breath in the middle, but make it over with no incident.

Once they're across, she looks over to Goldy. "Do you think we should leave this here?"

Goldy might have made the crossing look easy, and she certainly enjoyed the adrenaline rush of being so high, but her arms are tired, and she was straining a bit by the last few feet. Nevertheless, she already has her Leatherman out.

"No," is her curt reply as she slices through the line.

It falls away towards the other building and she restows the grapple.

Alanna had crossed as quickly as possible, stubbornly refusing to look down. About two minutes before setting foot on the opposite roof, she became horribly, painfully aware that she agrees with most of what Adam had said.

As she fights to steady her breathing and regain her balance, Alanna shakes her head, determined not to think about that now.

"Now we go down?"

"Now we go down," the little samurai nods, busily tying off ropes to the moorings they'd used to cross.

She retrieves the harness she hadn't used to cross, and steps into it, tugging it tight. Sets the ropes. Steps backwards to the edge of the roof, leans back, carefully.

"Okay, set. All go together, right?"

Goldy is just about done fixing Alanna up with a belay device and clipping her onto one of the new ropes. "Face the building, squeeze to slow yourself up, relax your grip and you'll drop faster," she explains.

She goes through the same setup for herself and moves into position beside the little Asian. Once there, she pulls up the bottom of her mask and kisses the exposed bridge of Miho's nose.

Mimicking the relevant parts of Miho's movements, Alanna takes a deep breath and slowly, cautiously starts to lean over the edge. She glances at Goldy to make sure she's doing it right.

"Together sounds grand. But I'm not kissing either of you first."

Goldy checks Alanna to her satisfaction, then smirks and pulls her balaclava back down.

There's a wink for Miho.

"Do a little dance?"

Miho raises an eyebrow, and puts as much suggestion as she can into her reply, half singing it.

"Make a little love. . ."

Alanna just looks back and forth between them, preparing herself for the descent. Have they forgotten they are dangling over the side of the building?

"Earth people are strange."

Goldy has a wolfish grin that Alanna would be proud of, if she could see it. There's some finality to her next words. Hopefully enough for Alanna to cotton on to.

"Get down tonight."

And with that she hops back off the rig...

As does Miho, and with a whirr and a swish of ropes, the three girls drop out of sight, down the side of the building. . . .

(Scene Three)

Angels: Act Two

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