Legacy looks
around as she follows Scott about. He has got about half of their money with
him plus a couple of bags slung over his remaining arm. Legacy also has a bag
that Scott tossed her as they left the basement.
I can’t help, but wonder what these shops will be
like. I can remember ever going shopping before.
“What is it
like?” Legacy decides to ask.
“What is what
like?” counter-asks Scott.
“Shopping,”
explains Legacy, “I haven’t done it before. Or at least I don’t remember if I
have.”
To Legacy’s
surprise, Scott laughs. She ignores it, patiently waiting for an answer to her
question.
“Sorry Legs,”
replies Scott once he is finished laughing, “But it’s common knowledge that
shopping is a favourite pastime of teenage girls such as yourself. Well, maybe
not you, but then you’re… special.”
“Any reason
that those of my age and gender enjoy this particular activity?” inquires
Legacy.
“None that I
know of,” says Scott.
“Oh,” mutters
Legacy before remembering something, “You never answered my original question.”
“Oh right,”
says Scott before actually answering the question, “Shopping is where we go and
use money to buy goods and products. The money we paid with has to be equal to
price of the products that we-”
“I know that
Scott,” Legacy cuts him off, “I was wondering what the experience is like.”
“Hmm,” mumbles
Scott as he thinks, “I guess it varies from trip to trip. Today it won’t be
crowded due to the earliness of the day. I want to go to a local gun store. It’s
a family-run business and I know the owner. He won’t do anything illegal, but
he trusts me enough not to ask any unwanted questions about where we got our
money and what we’re going do with what we buy. I want to get you some proper
combat gear. Better than the low grade stuff you been using. I also want it to
be personalised to fit you so we’ll need your measurements.”
“Will that
take long?” asks Legacy.
“No,” says
Scott, “Matt won’t take long with it. He might get his daughter to help, but
she might ask some of those unwanted questions. If you’re not sure what to say,
stay quiet. Do not talk about anything related to the Guardian or anything that
might help her connect you to the Guardian. That applies to other people as
well.”
“I
understand,” says Legacy, “But can I ask why I need to keep myself secret?”
“Yourself
sec-, oh yeah,” replies Scott, “Forgot you think of yourself as. But to answer
your question, the longer you keep your identities separate, the more you can
safety interact with public. And at the moment, you get more out of having a
secret identity than you do having a public one.”
“That makes
sense,” agrees Legacy.
“Quiet now
Legs,” says Scott as they reach the edge of the Battle-Zone, the term for the
area left destroyed by the battle between Blastout and Washdown., “We going to
start encountering people now.”
“There are
people in the Battle-Zone,” points Legacy.
“But those
people aren’t interested in folks like you or me,” says Scott, “People in the
rest of the city are more likely to listen in on our conversation so we can’t
talk about the secret stuff.”
“I get it,”
says Legacy, “How far until the shop?”
“Not too far,”
replies Scott, “Only about twenty minute walk. We shouldn’t meet too many
people. Not many folks get up at dawn like we do. Matt’s only opening this
early as a favour to me.”
As Scott
predicted, they barely encounter anyone under rising sun. As the inner city is
a stark contrast to the Battle-Zone with all of its building intact and paths
and streets clear of debris and rubbish.
The
lack of destruction is slightly unnerving to Legacy. For as long as she can
remember, which admittedly is less than two weeks, Legacy has been lived and
travelled amongst the ruins of the Battle-Zone. The consistent reminder of the
battle has been a constant in her life, just like her powers.
It’s weird and strange in this
part of the city. I don’t scare easily, but fighting gangsters, getting shot at
and having people trying to kill me is normal for me. But even then, I always
had a weapon of my own creation at disposal. To be out here in the unknown with
no way to defend myself is terrifying.
Legacy
instinctively reaches out with her power. Over the last few days, Legacy has
been able to sense and feel all advanced technology in a few metres. The more
advanced the techology, the easier it is for Legacy to interact with it.
Legacy
can feel the unmoving metal contraptions as the pair of them passes them. Cars
are what Scott calls them. She can also sense phones on the people passing
them. It seems everybody has at least one of those devices on them with the
exception of Scott, Legacy and the other homeless.
Legacy relaxes
as she realises how safe she is with access to so much technology if they were
attacked. She could easily defend herself and Scott if someone would be so foolish
as to actually attack them
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