Lyra narrowed her eyes as she stared out over the canyon that made up the rings of Brookfell. A faint glow of red and blue tainted the vision in her optical visor - but it wasn't from any police forces here to back her up. Oh, they were nearby and ready to move in on her signal, but the initial contact would be all her. No, the colors were from the magnets hovering against her back, a soft hum permeating the stillness of the night's air. It was muggy, humid in a way Brookfell rarely got in th...
