Tonight the moon is a mirror ball
Light flickers from across the hall
Who'll catch the star when it falls
If you wear that velvet dress
If You Wear that Velvet Dress, U2
You got hand it to her, Aleister thought, she’s persistent.
He stopped and looked back. Above the tenements, Saturn's rings sliced the night sky, bleeding a soft amber light on the city.
“What do you want?” he called out.
“Don’t play coy with me,” she said. “You know exactly what I want.”
“We’re not of the same kind, you and I.”
“Has that ever stopped you?” She took a step forward. The lamplight accentuated her symmetry and threw strange shadows on a pair of hungry eyes.
“You got the wrong guy, so leave me be.”
“I can’t do that.”
“You're interfering with a very important mission.”
“Precisely. Standard protocol.”