[ Agent California, ex-Freelancer and current member of the Red team, has been here – in the middle of this familiar, far too familiar city – for no more than an hour when it happens:
A body plummets out of a high window, landing in a messy, broken heap on the sidewalk. She'd been in that building not even five minutes ago, buying herself a bagel with change she'd found on the floor and brainstorming, desperately, for somewhere she can safely stash her armor – no luck; she's still wearing all of it right now, including the helmet.
Then comes the shouting, the screaming. Cali edges back from the crowd, just in time for …
… The shrill, echoing declaration that oh my god, the cosplayer is the murderer! ]
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A body plummets out of a high window, landing in a messy, broken heap on the sidewalk. She'd been in that building not even five minutes ago, buying herself a bagel with change she'd found on the floor and brainstorming, desperately, for somewhere she can safely stash her armor – no luck; she's still wearing all of it right now, including the helmet.
Then comes the shouting, the screaming. Cali edges back from the crowd, just in time for …
… The shrill, echoing declaration that oh my god, the cosplayer is the murderer! ]
W, wait a second … You're talking about me?!
[ Somebody save her. ]