It was him. A slim, dark-haired teenager wandered out of the shadows to stop by the side of the river, looking out over the water. He couldn't have be...n more than seventeen. Keith had been trailing him for weeks, never showing himself. Now, though, it didn’t matter if he saw Keith’s face. Keith stepped out of the shadows, moving silently, the knife held low by his side. He stopped right behind the young man and, suddenly, grabbed his throat. The young man struggled, trying to scream, but Keith. It was snowing, but not heavily.Hanna looked around carefully. The distant trees seemed hazy in the snow, as did some of the buildings in the distance. But as she looked, they came into better focus. Greg, she knew, was doing the same thing, trying to take in everything around him.One of the peculiarities of The Construct was that if it was in one person's head, it was mutable. After a second or a third person experienced it, things began to firm up. It was the basest form of causality around:. The computer led to revealing the real issue. There was some mass failure with the sensors on your car. I reset them, and the lights turned off, but some came back on. Taking a brief look under the hood, it looked like you took care of the car after all. Ruling out mechanical issues, I bet my money on the sensors."It looks like a sensor issue." Oh no... how expensive is that? I don't really have a lot of cash now." Oh no worries, a sensor isn't that expensive. In fact, you don't HAVE to get it. " The giant thirty-foot long missiles drop from the fighter then Tina activated her Typhoon packs and started salvoing the missiles in groups of six."Launching Odin, switching to Typhoons," Maria cried out and launched the first of her secondary missiles at the target. Twenty seconds later her missile took a direct hit and the explosion flipped her across space as the warhead partially detonated.Blinded by the sudden destruction of Maria's missile, Tina banked her fighter into a figure eight.