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Naomi Misora, former special agent (recently resigned) wakes up in the Village. (A retelling of "Arrival" with Naomi starring as Number Six).
She’d had two thoughts at that moment: the first was that she would wake up strapped to a chair in a very dim, dark room with serious men standing in the shadows and a light pointed at her face; the second was that she wouldn’t wake up at all. This… whatever this was? Rattled her, but she tried not to show it. She tried to convince herself for one weak moment that perhaps she’d somehow merely forgotten that she hadn’t found out a secret of such significance, that she hadn’t resigned, that she hadn’t ridden back to her apartment as fast as she could, knowing they were tailing her, still driven by a reckless desire to not make it easy for them, and had had a completely ordinary day which she finished by… collapsing into bed without changing, and falling into an apparently deep sleep.
But when she got up and looked out the window, Misora realized the world hadn’t stopped turning upside-down quite yet. The view showed a small town, perhaps a holiday resort, with vibrant green lawns. All empty and quiet in an early dawn light. The bottom of her stomach swooped, a sick tension filling her whole body.
At that point, Misora lost all rational thought. Her mind, which was filled with a blazing static of panic, left her body on autopilot. Fortunately, she had very good autopilot. She’d been a very good agent, before she resigned.
She got up and walked as quickly as she could through what was obviously not her apartment, no matter how much it looked like it, toward the outer door.
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Arrival
Former secret agent Naomi Misora was lying dazedly in bed in her apartment, having just woken up. She was wearing dark leather pants and a matching leather jacket, but it would be a mistake to assume she customarily slept in this outfit. The last thing she remembered had been sticking a brochure for a peaceful island retreat on top of her briefcase, and then—oh. The world had started turning in the wrong direction. Smoke flowing through the keyhole.She’d had two thoughts at that moment: the first was that she would wake up strapped to a chair in a very dim, dark room with serious men standing in the shadows and a light pointed at her face; the second was that she wouldn’t wake up at all. This… whatever this was? Rattled her, but she tried not to show it. She tried to convince herself for one weak moment that perhaps she’d somehow merely forgotten that she hadn’t found out a secret of such significance, that she hadn’t resigned, that she hadn’t ridden back to her apartment as fast as she could, knowing they were tailing her, still driven by a reckless desire to not make it easy for them, and had had a completely ordinary day which she finished by… collapsing into bed without changing, and falling into an apparently deep sleep.
But when she got up and looked out the window, Misora realized the world hadn’t stopped turning upside-down quite yet. The view showed a small town, perhaps a holiday resort, with vibrant green lawns. All empty and quiet in an early dawn light. The bottom of her stomach swooped, a sick tension filling her whole body.
At that point, Misora lost all rational thought. Her mind, which was filled with a blazing static of panic, left her body on autopilot. Fortunately, she had very good autopilot. She’d been a very good agent, before she resigned.
She got up and walked as quickly as she could through what was obviously not her apartment, no matter how much it looked like it, toward the outer door.
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