Sascha wasn't sure if the Chittentown plaza looked bigger or smaller when it wasn't packed to the gills with strangers. The feeding frenzy for free swag and a glimpse at future-stardom had subsided. A small squad of drones was in the process of dismantling the last few remaining booths. Sascha's own booth was one of the first to go, at his own insistence. He'd helped pack boxes himself; not trusting the drones to work at the speed his impatience demanded. He needed the open space for his upcoming publicity stunt.
Well, Sascha wasn't sure what exactly counted as a "publicity stunt." It sounded like the kind of term that required a certain scale to be met. Sascha had simply made plans to fight Akkira after boothing had wrapped up. As far as Sascha was concerned, the event was in public, and he hoped to get at least a couple stunts in, so the term sufficed.
Sascha scuffed his boots along the wind-worn cobblestones as he waited.
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