Avalon

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Secrets From The Winds

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Each shade of blue

Is kept in our eyes

Keep blowing and lightning

Because we own the sky

The amount of people that were dropping on the rooftop and streets around the block was pretty impressive. For such a grande event it probably wasn't anything to even blink at but for Nate it felt absolutely amazing.

He's never been truthfully attended anything like that just because of an invite and joyful time spending.

Most times he's ever even seen anything fancy was to steal shit and escape, other times to just sneak in and hide from other crimes until the heat's over.

So once again the same role came around just this once it was different.

This time his life was on the line. More than ever before. And it meant all-in.

Secrets from the winds

Burnt stars crying

Everything looked blindingly astounding. Décor was amazing and everything felt magical. All the regular guests were already mingling among each other and sparkling drinks were flowing like a fountain already. The doors were barely open and most of them were done before any VIPs were announced.

At least that meant less problems because usually he could sweep through them unnoticed and clean out their pockets like nothing.

But still there was quite a few issues that could prove problematic in the long run.

For starters, the stairwell was already full of drunk people and some actually did manage to get drunk in less time one could tie their shoelaces. Which made maneuvering kinda harder but not specifically for Nate.

Then was the access log for rooftops. Seemed somebody had changed the procedure in the meager minutes before they arrived. And sure Roland was blaming Nate for such discrepancy in their plan. Although it didn't cause trouble for the secret plan.

It was still worrisome for Nate because Roland could find it suspicious and get angry which would make it all so much more complicated and dangerous.

Nate just had to figure out his steps and actions super carefully until he could get out of the gang ties.

Soft soft or cruel

Can't we change our minds?

We kill what we build

Because we own the sky

I t's coming from the sky

It's coming like the wind

Well, the thing was that Nate wasn't a regular human, as you can say. He was what on Earth was called a meta human or mutant. Some called it superpowers others a curse.

To Nate it was his only way of surviving this thing called life.

He couldn't tell if he was born this way naturally or some lab made him be like this. Obviously they hadn't found his worst genetic trait and neither did anyone else. Until he was being killed and brought back to life.

And from then it was probably best left in history. The part of his medical journey was painful in many ways as his training was.

But he had to put a lid on it until later because people were getting more drunk and also more crowded. The large hall was filling up and place was pretty full. So Nate skillfully slipped past every single one of them. Like a cat he avoided people while observing everything. He was literally invisible to any eye because the shadows held him hidden. And somehow, while he was dressed in black, he was simply like a shadow. He never could explain to anyone even himself what or how his ability to disappear within shadows was. He just could and it became part of his trade.

For a while he kept scanning floors and sweeping place for anything until finally the most important part- the deck- came. The variety of vibrations and rumbles coming from crafts hummed deep within his body and through his blood.

The sensation of tingling soaked into his nerves and every fiber in his body sang along.

Within seconds his mind was connected and synced with the prime positions and he'd placed the ones on last leg out of the way. He'll need only specific ones. So far electronics held up as he'd expected. Wiring went separate for each segment like alarms, fire alarms, power, air conditioning, lighting outside, main lighting and event lighting etc. and Nate grasped them all. Particularly he synced with security lines as they took main role for the night.

So many moons here

Lost wings floating

Securing the first round Nate pulled out his fake data plate hijacked a craft on the roof three blocks away while himself jumped and flew across two lower buildings down the street. All the time still invisible. Then he quickly took another dressing tour and attached the plate to the hijacked craft and hid his own. He already got a fake ID on hand and database was readily updated.

Then he simply filled in with a fresh batch of guests and pretended he was one of them in his best suit ever. With that one he already felt one of the cool kids. And ladies, as well as lots of gentlemen, drunk and not, couldn't stop sliding their eyes over his body. The stealth suit obviously added some of what he'd lost to certain lack of fat and mild lack of muscle so he didn't look too much like skeleton at least.

So everyone was having their eyes all over him. All the while his own eyes were only for one person specifically.

Each shade of blue

Is kept in our eyes

Keep blowing and lightning

Because we own the sky