Kim, in her mission gear consisting of a stylish pair of cargo pants and a black crop top, stealthily approached her target. Jumping from bush to bush and from wall to wall, she finally poked her head out from around a corner.
Beep Beep BeepBeep.
Your target is moving fifty-two feet east of you at a steady pace.
Kim bit her bottom lip.
Oh, and Kim? Wade’s voice chimed in at the last second, Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine.
I hope so Wade, I hope so…
As soon as Wade’s reassuring face disappeared from the screen, she slipped the Kimmunicator back into her pocket and took out her grappling hair dryer. Carefully aiming it upwards, she launched the grappling hook with a satisfying ‘kapoon!’ onto the top of the nearest roof and quickly pulled herself up.