Chapter 313
I told myself that it was fine. Miles wasn't going to take down Azure in the middle of West Village. This time of day, there was guaranteed to be hundreds of people around. Less than there would have been pre-dome, but more than enough to ensure things stayed on the civil side of hostile.
But the timing was bad. If Miles and friends stuffed Azure into the back of a van, the effort and ingenuity required to simply make the swap back would take up the rest of the day.
And I'd only accomplished a fifth of what I intended to do.
Think.
"You've taken control of me before. Can you let me do the same?"
Azure grunted negative. "So many jokes to be made, so little time. With the maxed out bond it's theoretically possible. But I only just now worked out how to contact you over long distances. We could try—"
"No, nix that." I spoke aloud, standing up to close Miles' bedroom door. This wasn't the time to trial something untested. If there were issues, anything akin to glitching or an imperfect depiction of body language, Miles would catch it. He was already angry and his guard was up. "You're used to communicating with images, manifesting metaphors. Can you relay how he looks and what he's saying to me in real time?"
"Close to real time," Azure confirmed. "That'd be a hell of a lot easier than the alternative."
And now, the definitive question. "Can you do it while providing context for anything that happened after the tower?"