“𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨...𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘. 𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕘𝕠 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕖𝕞!”

And she’s gone from the space shuttle.

Cyn tapped her fingers against the surface she’d lean on, grinning widely. Fuckin’ creep.

“𝔻𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕗 𝕀’𝕞 𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥. 𝕎ℍ𝕆’𝕊 𝔾𝕆𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕋𝕆 𝔹𝔼𝕃𝕀𝔼𝕍𝔼 𝕐𝕆𝕌.”

“𝕁𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟.”

“𝕆𝕠𝕠𝕠, 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕟?”