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19: flying downwards (fin)

I had spent most of the morning watching Kiwi adapt to her knew abilities. She was afraid to fly, and I knew that fear wouldn't cease until days, maybe weeks, after this infiltration. She still had enhanced strength and senses, though, and that was an advantage.

We all eventually went to our designed places. I stood with Kiwi, a handful of agents behind me, all restless and nervous inside. They did well to hide it, as they were trained to, and I even suspected that some of them weren't afraid at all.

I wasn't.

I was ready.