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[Color=green]Time:[/color] Late Morning
[Color=green]Location:[/color] San Francisco
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Floyd was rushing to the location he saw in his vision. He was determined to change the course of time and alter what he saw in the vision. After speaking with Amalia briefly he left he wanted to discuss the future and what they would become.

He’d gotten several messages from Rita that he hadn’t noticed while doing the nasty with Amalia. As he got to a red light he opened his phone to see the messages and raised an eyebrow. “What the fuck” Floyd uttered as he observed the content of the messages. It was so disturbing he wasn’t aware of the light turning green until hearing several aggressive honks behind him.

[I]no no no this can’t be?! What the fuck happened?! My whole operation is gone?! How HOW?! HOW?!!!! [/I] Floyd was in shock still ignoring the cars behind him. Finally a car zipped around him and rolled down the window. This managed to catch Floyd’s attention who rolled down his own window. “Hey”

“Move out the fucking way!!!! Your blocking the damn road stupid bastard!” The man yelled, a middle aged white man dressed in business casual with an ugly hair-cut. The man’s face was reddened with anger for the brief moments in time he lost waiting behind Floyd in traffic. He then zipped off speeding in a rage. 

Usually Floyd would have popped off at him, but the combination of the precognitive vision he’d seen about the woman falling to her death and now learning about his warehouse’s eradication from Rita who was fuming was too much. Sure he’d made some enemies over his life, but who had the resources & ability to wipe out all his smugglers. It was one thing to loose Frank to some mysterious death, but this was too much. So much was happening all at once and it was beginning to become too much for him to handle.

Rita was obviously upset, but he wondered if she wasn’t partially to blame. After all she was the Salzaras in the relationship. Perhaps something wasn’t all the way 100% with her, he wondered. Anyway back to his drive he was rushing towards the building now he was getting closer he had to save the lady.

[b]Meanwhile, On the Roof[/b]
“Listen Amelia I’m telling you to do the right thing! I know how your husband thinks about people like me! But I’ve been your best friend for years, and now you have a chance to do good ! You can prove that everyone who’s associated with the government isn’t a bad person, I don’t think that. But lots of other black people do and for good reason, how could we not? All the shootings we see of unarmed black people on the news, and now this whole altered business is making it worst.” The woman protested to her friend. A slim black woman with long black hair, dressed in a gray dress was speaking.

The woman she was speaking to was the woman from Floyd’s vision. A white lady in her early 40’s, with brunt hair. She was sporting a black knee high dress, and had a knock off Birkin bag slumped around her shoulder. She was listening to her friend rant about her latest social justice movement, and how her husband’s racially discriminatory behavior was bad for her reputation and morality. “Listen Dawn, my husband can be a bit….culturally challenged I’ll give you that. But what you’re asking me To do is go against him. Against the rock, the foundation of my household, we have kids! I..I don’t know about this movement, besides I’m not an active CIA member anymore, I’m a house wife, a mother, I’ve got a family to focus on and build.”

“So that’s more important than your future, your legacy? This isn’t right, you want to be on the right side of history. Altered Lives Matter is bigger than BLM, because what they’re doing to the altered is even worst than what they’re doing to us. The new laws President Forrester issued yesterday are horrible, shameless. How can you side with that simply because it doesn’t effect you.” Dawn argued with her friend, the two were having a fierce debate on the rooftop 27 stories in the air.

“Look Dawn, ALM that’s your business okay. And your right it’s not my damn problem, I’m not racist you know that. But I love Jonah, he’s not perfect but which of us are? Besides the altered ARE a problem, the woman from yesterday caused 29 thousand people to die!!! Our world is in danger, I’m sorry but I can’t support that movement. If you want to do it then you do it, but if you want this to be the division of our friendship then so be it.”

“I can’t believe you….but fine be you, do you.” Dawn stated, and stormed off angrily. Amelia shook her head she was upset. She didn’t want to loose her best friend, but she couldn’t support ALM. She fished a bottle out her purse, and downed some of it. The alcohol was calming her nerves and helping her out. Unlike her husband Jonah she had picked up quite the bad drinking habit.

Her drinking had become progressively worst the past few weeks. She’d seen less & less of Jonah who was tied up with work at Liberty. Of course she didn’t know about what he was doing, but she knew he was doing some work involved with combatting the Altered threat that threatened the country. She plopped down on the roof and took another shot. The alcohol she guzzled down was helping her. “I just don’t know what to do, and your not giving me any answers.” She was speaking to no one in particular, as she leaned down. She clasped her hands together in a prayer position and closed her eyes. “Dear God, lately I haven’t been the best. I feel like I’m failing in my marriage, failing my kids, and now myself. I’m loosing to the demon in the bottle, but I don’t know what to do. I know we haven’t spoken in a while, but if you could give me a sign on what to do. Is Dawn Right, maybe I should use my connections and experience to help.” 

Amelia released her hands and opened her eyes. She looked towards the sky as if awaiting some mystical or heavenly sign but of course there was no response. She frowned and struggled to get up, mixed with her anti anxiety medication she was feeling a bit sluggish. Tha mixture wasn’t a safe nor a healthy one but it was what she required to keep her mental state together. She slipped the plastic bottle of honey jack Daniels into her purse and turned to walk towards the edge of the roof. Everything was so much, so intense in her life. For a brief moment she considered stepping off the ledge. Perhaps then she could have a face to face with her maker and ask them why she was deemed ready for this suffering.

She recalled her parents stating that God never gave anyone a challenge they couldn’t handle. While her pastor would agree with that, she didn’t feel that was accurate. “No I can’t jump, I have to…go back to my life. “ Amelia turned to leave but suddenly the unexpected happened. Her foot slipped she reached forward as if to grab her bearings but there was nothing to hold on to. “OH NO!!!” Amelia screamed the alcohol and pills had distorted her sense of balance, and led to the very thing she had pondered doing. She cried out as she fell off the ledge screaming as she fell over.

[b]Back with the Hero[/b]
Floyd had arrived just in the nick of time. He parked the car and hopped out. Looking around he spotted the exact building. “I’ve got to get up there and save her.”

Right as Floyd said that, the unspeakable happened. His eyes widened as the woman from the vision slipped over the edge. “NOOO!!” Floyd yelled, he’d did all this & dealt with being berated by that angry man in traffic to try to get here in time. He heard the woman screaming, and he felt his body freeze.

He’d tried so hard to get here in time to save this woman, but it appeared he was too late. Maybe Amalia was wrong, they couldn’t change the future. If he couldn’t even prevent this woman from dying, then how could they stop KIVA? Floyd fought back agains the impending feeling of doom that was surging through his body. When the most unexpected happened, something he couldn’t have accounted for.

“What the fu-“ Floyd cut himself off noticing his feet were hovering above the ground. He wasn’t bound by gravity anymore, he was…flying. “OH shit!” Without thinking and operating purely on instinct he caused his body to move up. There was no time to be stuck in amazement, Floyd rushed upwards. Taking flight he flew forward and met the woman a few feet from falling off the roof.

“AAAH” The woman screamed as Floyd’s arms came around the woman. Floyd pulled forward still defying gravity and landed on the roof nearly falling as he got her to the ground.

“Holy shit…did you just fly..” The woman asked in shock, her words somewhat slurred from the drinking as she looked at Floyd in amazement.

“I..I…guess I did…” Floyd uttered back in shock.