However, it's the hands floating above her head that draws interest. At a glance, it appears that she is just a normal artist bursting with talent and vitality. After casually donning a gas mask, she holds up spray cans in both hands and begins to paint, adjusting her position with nimble steps as she goes. In front of them, a single girl faces the wall, bright yellow jacket fluttering behind her. All of them are cheering and whistling in a frenzy, enjoying the vivid colors flying before their eyes. The crowd mostly comprises local teenagers, with some younger faces here and there. Standing at a distance observing the young folk coming and going, Heidern pulls his tablet out once again.
"With a trail like this, there should be no trouble tracking her." Normally, searching for someone like that in a city this size would present a major challenge. She’s able to stay relatively undetected as, the artist would pop up in unexpected places, perform, and then disappear as soon as the police showed up. Their target is an up-and-coming young graffiti artist living in South America, whose works are a hit with the youth in the area, and even abroad via social media. The commander walks off, Dolores following close behind. "I'd rather you didn't make light of me." But there is a lot of ground to cover in the city. With the director treating them like a pair of rabblerousers despite their scheduled appointment, the angry bellowing of what seemed to be staff members in the distance, and the gloomy expressions of children they had passed in the halls, it was clear that this was not a happy place for children to live in.ĭolores' eyes return to Heidern at some point, but he pays no heed. Frowning a little at her words, Heidern thinks back upon the conditions of the orphanage they had just finished surveying. I cannot fault her for running off."ĭolores gently pushes up her pure golden frames and gazes past the gate. The metal gate slams shut as soon as they step onto the road, as if to hasten their departure.īarely batting an eyelash at the staff tut-tutting on the other side of the gate, Heidern procures a tablet from his breast pocket.
Under the scorching sunlight, from the gate of an orphanage emerge a pair of tall figures: Heidern and Dolores.
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