Scifi thought bubbles

Three days. She had been almost motionless for three days.

I am going to need to work out for weeks to make this up. And get a personal chef, with this pay I can afford it, and after each day of intensive I am going to be way too lazy to cook. Stupid nutrient paste, sure it keeps me alive but christ this stuff tastes bad. She thought to herself while sucking gently on the tube that connected to the week supply of nutrient paste on the small of her back.


She hadn't moved for three days because she was under a chameleon cloak. If she moved she would be visible for up to 6 seconds. She only needed a target to be visible for 1. She felt keeping still was a good idea.



Chances are she would have 5-10 seconds depending on the abilities of the counter snipers they would be using. She was about a mile and a half from the building her target had just entered.

Alright, the event is two hours, the after formalities will probably be about 30 minutes, then he likes to leave after the rush give it another hour that makes three and a half hours, I'll contact command in two, should give them enough time to set up without being so early they stop paying attention.


She ran some more diagnostics on her teleporter and chronometer. The counter snipers would be out already which meant she had to check everything using subdermals. It took longer with subdermals but she had 2 hours to kill so she didn't mind.


She had already thoroughly explored her nest and probably knew the whole street better than the people that lived on it, but she was paranoid, and paranoia was the only thing keeping her alive in this profession.