And hope it all works out
Just for now she's draped in cloth
Prepare her for her costume
Around the slums she slithered through
Waiting for teh sounds
When at last they came she followed quiet
But had to hide in shadows
Some men in shadowed rooms stood
Echoing their noise
But badly hidden a cop did see
She felt a fight draw near
As guns were drawn she leapt before them
Humming as she moved
She held her arms in warning but
They moved in anyway
She banged their skulls on knee and stone
They fell hard to the ground
She observed them quick and her stomach turned
They were gypsy men
She turned them to the cop and said
"Flights. Ask them when they came."
Away she moved to check the hideout
And search for more Flight men.
Next Week: The Flight Knows
Next Week: The Flight Knows
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