[First short!]
Jonathan Kobiate leaned on the railing of his watch tower, staring blankly at the mundane features of night-time Nairobi, paradoxically alert for anything out of the ordinary: when you saw the same thing often enough, the odd became more noticeable. The other three men on this tower were in the hut, playing cards. Officially, three men should be outside at all times, but few towers ever followed that rule, except the ones near the sports fields, which had the opposite problem. Without moving, he smiled softly and whispered over the rail into the darkness below.
Youre late.
Oh, shut up. Came the whispered response, follower a moment later by a small figure in camouflage clothing. Traffic was terrible.
Really? That infestation traceur back? Or was it mimes this time?
Traceur mimes. They run on invisible walls and roofs.
Riigghhtt. Anyways, anything t report, Kat?
Naaahhh, Katarina replied, pulling back her hood to run her fingers through her short hair. Well, their some talk that the Council should re-issue their statement on freedom of religion for the benefit of those merchants from Ummat Al-Muminin.
Jonathan snorted, then replied As if that would do anything. Those Islamic Traders have always wanted more than everybody else. They wont be happy until the Council is paying for their mosques, even if none else get anything like that.
Katarina just shrugged. She back home her Order often got supplies from the Ummat Al-Muminin, particularly for usages the Russians, but she had been sent here by her Patriarch at the request of the Ethiopian Patriarch for the purpose of aiding in the liberation of his people from the Persians, but one commando-nun was hardly going to get the job done, was she? On the plus side, the Patriarchs letter was enough to get her a good position with the Revolutionary Special Intelligence, which gave her something to do while waiting for the inevitable war between the New Day and the Persians.
Anyways, Jonathan said, calling Katarinas attention back to the present. This part of the city is going to have our-black out in a few minutes, so you should get going. Roofs a dangerous enough without the street lights.
Right. Ill see you tomorrow. Katarina said as she climbed over the railing. When she was gone, Jonathan turned back to the cityscape. Even when the power went off a few minutes later, he still remembered his families stories. Nairobi was much the same as before the Fall for most of the people.