Nothing brought Amelia more joy than moving through the city at night. She loved jumping from roof top to roof top, doing as she pleased as she went, soaking in as much of the darkness she possibly could. She couldn’t be at the speech the mayor made but she was reviling in the aftermath of it all. American Liberty was locked in the stupid little tower and couldn’t do anything to get out. It brought a genuine smile to her face just thinking about it. Amelia spotted someone lurking a corner and made her way over to them.
“Wotcha doing down there?” She questioned before leaping down next to them, “Wonderful night isn’t it?”













