While most people spend their Memorial Day Saturdays placing flowers on headstones, attending parades, eating mass quantities of artfully charred meat and potato salad, or dredging the white out of their closets, Artemis Kokkinos sits on the bank of the Niagara River and ponders life. More accurately, she ponders losing her life to a pollution-spewing brick-and-metal behemoth about a quarter mile from where she sits.
"Mama said they'll be days like this... they'll be days like this, Pegasus said..." she cheerfully sings as she takes out a pair of binoculars from her backpack and begins surveying the location, jotting down notes in a little notebook covered with shiny purple foil stars and an insane amount of glitter.
"Okay..." she breathes, noting the company name, the general security features - fences, barbed wire, cameras, guard patrols and their little dogs too - and the best ways to circumvent them. She reaches down and moves her thumb over the glass of her iPhone.
"Shit," she swears as she realizes that Cut the Rope is now open and the little green monster is sad. She carefully dials.
"Hey," Artemis greets her Silicon Sentinel packmate, who she is likely bothering in the middle of something important. "Here are the relevant details. I'd like to move soon, so see what you can do before it gets back to work. Cool. Awesome. Save me a steak. Bye."
Stuffing the phone into her pocket, she takes up the binoculars and makes a few more visual passes.