“Would you come on already.”
An exasperated sigh was the only response Kelvin gave, as he turned back to the window. He holstered his weapon and set about fixing his hair with both hands. First combing it, then shaping it, and finally checking the bounce before viewing it from all sides.
“Hey mister nobleman, our quarry’s getting away,” said Trinny waving her rifle in the direction they needed to go.
Kelvin smiled once into the window, ran his tongue over his teeth, and checked there was nothing caught in them before turning to Trinny. “Gotta look good for the game.”
Trinny rolled her eyes in response and set off at a jog down the alley. Their pursuit had taken them through a number of wards and had now brought them to Elsinore. It’s Elizabethan revival aesthetic contrasting with the neon glow of LEDs festooned across most surfaces. Everything worked against itself, and especially Trinny and Kelvin. The bright, flashing lights and rambling alleyways made for a maddening hunt.
And all Kelvin was concerned with was his looks. While Trinny tried to keep track of their target through the grid.
“They’re smart,” Trinny called back, “coming here they knew the grid would have blindspots.”
Kelvin snorted is disdain as he jogged along behind her. “Whatever. All that matters is we look good when we catch this one.”
“We’re not going to catch anything if you keep stopping to check your hair. Not even another gig.”
“Pishposh. This whole game is about looking good,” Kelvin said smiling into another window as he ran past. “Sponsors want visibility.”
“Employers want success,” Trinny said hoping over a dumpster.
Today’s art is courtesy of Guillaume Menuel from Montreal, Canada.