Tucking my phone into my sports bra, I donned the Triton suit and headed out. It was a crisp fall day without a dark cloud in the sky. Part of me wanted to turn around and hop in my car. Then, I remembered Ryan’s video. He had intentions of using stealth with a vehicle. I’d bring it up with Debbie later.
For a fleeting moment, I thought about dropping by the house and reliving the good times. Sadly, my idyllic home in the suburbs would never have a happy memory again.
Instead of dwelling on the impossible, I walked into the thick of things. As I slipped into the crowd of people, quickly moving to and fro to work, I smiled to myself. No one had any idea I was there. Unless I bumped into someone, I could stay on the sidewalk for hours undetected. But I kept moving. If someone did stumble into me, it could be problematic. The last thing I wanted was anyone gossiping about the unseen obstacle in the path.
My biggest issue was traveling from the business district. It was only a ten-minute drive to the warehouse district, but on foot it would take me over an hour. So I did what anybody lacking transportation would do. I hopped a bus.
Utilizing public transit was always a difficult endeavor. People jostled and argued. It took a great deal of fortitude to mix with so many individuals in a cramped space. My discomfort increased three-fold being invisible. It wasn’t as if I could strip down and ride naked. I also couldn’t warn anyone when they were about to sit on me.
“Mommy, there’s something in that seat,” whined a little girl trying to climb on top of me.
Her mother scowled. The woman wasn’t happy she had to stand. “Nonsense. Sit down!”
The girl attempted it again and made a face. Before she could complain and alert her mother, I eased out of the seat and stood next to the woman. With every stop the vehicle made, I lurched forward and struggled to stay upright. When the bus stopped in front of the Liberty City Daily Tribune, I was overjoyed. It was close enough for me to walk the rest of the way.
“Get off of me!”
“What the fuck?”
I stifled a laugh as I pushed my way off the vehicle along with a few disgruntled individuals. If I ran, it might take me another ten minutes or so to reach the warehouse district.
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