"if you do that again, I'll throw you out of that fucking windo- what are you doing?"
"checking how far the drop is to see if it's worth it."
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"Lilian! Hurry the hell up!" Lilian looked up, still chewing her warm apple cider donut, glaring at the bronze skinned girl standing a few feet in front of her.
"Shut it, Lyna. You were the one who said we try looking in that old bakery in the first place!" She accused. "And now, you're telling me to hurry up eating my food. You know, I haven't had anything to eat since four in the morning!" Lyna rolled her eyes but didn't say anything and started walking towards the dumpster in the back of the alley. Lilian hurried over to the dumpster, where Lyna now had the lid open, bent over digging in the depths of trash.
"You're not seriously going dumpster fishing now, Lyna." She said, shoving the rest of the plump donut in her mouth, wiping the crumbs on her dark satin cloak. There was no response from Lyna, until she pushed herself up from the dumpster, with a strange triangular metal object in hand. Lilian knew what it was immediately.
"Why was there a xuam in the dumpster?" she wondered aloud. A xuam was an object that would release a gas on command. Not necessarily deadly or toxic, unless made to be so. All you needed was gas of your choice, and a code word as well as your fingerprint and you were good to go. In this case though, the two girls could tell they didn't own this one.
"If this isn't ours," Lyna said, turning to Lilian, "who the hell left it in a dumpster?" The two girls made eye contact, knowing they both knew the only person who it could belong to.
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Lilian hauled herself through the three story high window, Lyna already ahead of her, looking around the small room for any sort of clues that this particular person had been here recently. Only one small, dimly lit gas lamp was flickering on an old wood desk.
"Lyna," she whispered, "this lamp is still on, and it's gas powered. If he planned on leaving for a while, he would've either turned off the lamp, or it would have burned out." Lyna opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by another voice.
"Looks like you've got smarter since the last time we met." Lilian whipped around to face him.
"I know I have, but you seem just the same." She seethed. He chuckled, "Lili,"
"Don't call me that." Lilian defended, "Why not? Last time I saw you we only called each other by nicknames."
Anger swelled in Lilian's throat and she fought the urge to scream. "No. Your name is Lucas, and mine is Lilian. Not Luke, not Lili."
