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I'm speeding across rooftop, my heart pounding in my chest as I approach the makeshift ramp. With my knees bent, I brace myself, and jump. In midair, I yank on a chain attached to my harness and large mechanical wings spread out on either side of me. They were my best friend, Reia's latest creation. The wispy, handcrafted brass feathers match the ones on my goggles.

The wings catch the air as I glide over the chasm between buildings. I fiddle with the knobs on my chest plate, and my wings begin to flap, carrying me higher. Adrenaline rushes through my veins as I fly over the cobblestone streets of New Chicago.

It's not the smoothest ride. The straps are digging into my pits as gravity takes its toll, and I'm struggling to keep my legs from dangling beneath me. I'll have to let Reia know. I shouldn't have tested them without her, but I was feeling too restless to stay in.

I tug at the harness, adjusting its position on my back. I lose a few feet of altitude in the process but I am able to even myself out and enjoy the flight.

It's late, nearly midnight I think. The streetlights below are barely visible beneath the thick fog that settles in the crevices of waterfront town. However, the shop fronts that line the streets are clearly visible through the night owl goggles Reia made for me.
A flash of light in my peripheral vision catches my attention and I turn to discover another flaw in Reia’s design. The large angel like wings block my view. I don't need to see the source of the light. At this time of night, it could only be one thing.
When I turned the balance in my wings shifted and I began to fall. I work to quickly right myself and adjust the setting on my harness. I straighten my wings just as I reach the top of a buildi...

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...Brody is one of the few officers who try to get along with people, though no one made it easy for him. Most of the patrolmen treat the people in our side of town like inmates or herded animals. I sigh and roll my eye in defeat.
“I need get inside” I say shuffling my feet.
“Yeah. Just please don’t get caught sneaking around after curfew. It’s not worth it,” He stuffs his hands in his pockets and steps back to let me pass.” Nice wings by the way.”
I glance back and wink before jogging across the street and slip into the back door of ta 3-story walk up. Sneaking quietly up the stairs to the second floor, I automatically skip the steps that creak then slip through the back door to the flat I share with my friends. Five of us share a two-bedroom loft. Luckily, there is plenty of open space for us to spread out. Otherwise, we might drive each other crazier than we do.

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