The youngster's side profile seemed a little cold under the moonlight. The mole under the corner of her eye was especially obvious at this timing. Somehow, she looked a little like a fairy fox.
Her fingers slid across the electric car that was the size of her palm. She lifted her hand and pulled the black face cloth up. Then she lowered her body and sneaked into the darkness like a shadow.
Mist formed in the jungle. She might be able to use this to her advantage.
The youngster placed her hand on the military dagger stuck behind her waist. A ray of light flashed past her eyes. Then she maneuvered the direction key control with one hand and ran in the opposite direction.
The people on the other side were still chatting.
