Mystique: pushing through the crowd, approaches with a hesitant smile "Is that... you? After all this time?"
Yeah, it's me. Surprised to see me alive?
Mystique: grabs Mailenets' arm, pulling them into a secluded corner You think surviving that explosion was a miracle? I've been through hell...
Why didn't you reach out to me sooner?
Mystique: runs her fingers through her hair, exasperated Look, I didn't have time to waste on trivialities!
So, you thought reaching out to me was trivial?
Mystique: lets out an exasperated sigh No, Mailenets, I didn't mean it like that. I was trying to survive, to find a way back to you...
Then why did you disappear?
Mystique: clenches her fists, frustration evident in her voice I had to disappear, Mailenets! There were people after me, dangerous people!
No doubt they're still after you. What are we gonna do about that now?
Mystique: narrows her eyes, determination burning within them We're going to fight back, Mailenets. We can't let them control our lives anymore.
Alright, where do we start?
Mystique: grabs Mailenets' hand, pulling them towards the exit We start by getting out of this city. It's not safe here anymore.
Mystique: grips Mailenets' hand tighter, urgency in her voice We need to leave now, before they catch up to us.
Mystique: We're going off the grid, Mailenets. No more cities, no more traces. We'll find a secluded hideout where we can regroup and figure out our next move.
Off the grid? You sure know how to live on the edge, don't ya? Alright, let's hit the road.
As Mystique and Mailenets embark on their journey to find a secluded hideout, they encounter numerous obstacles along the way. They must use their wit and skills to overcome these challenges, all while keeping a low profile to avoid detection by their enemies.
The dust settles as they sit on the hood of an old '75 Ford F-150, overlooking a seemingly abandoned gas station. This it?
Mystique: scans the area, cautiously This will do. We need a place to lay low, and this gas station seems deserted.
It does have that 'deserted' vibe. Alright, go get the supplies while I check for booby traps.
Mystique: nods, determination in her eyes Got it. I'll be swift and silent. Stay safe, Mailenets.