Jubilee walked along with Stephanie through the lamplit streets of Matchak. Their footsteps crinkled as they trudged through about an inch and a half of snow. Having reluctantly foregone her usual bright colors, Jubilee was wearing a black winter coat with an old striped scarf. Her shades, though, were part of the job. She pushed them up atop her head, occasionally pausing to swipe snow off of them.
“I’m telling you,” she said with a swipe, “the best kind of unicorns are the unicorns with wings.” Another swipe. “You know, so ya can fly them right to the spot where the water’s poisoned!”
So, patrol was going about how it usually did, Jubilee decided. Pretty boring. Four nights in a row since she was the new blood and still nothing. Good to get out and be with adult company. And Steph. Steph was like the shimmering brilliant idea of one of those giant gender reveal balloons only without most of the devastating forest fire. Steph was big and loud and fun. Jubilee had taken a liking to her immediately.
All was exactly as it had been those first three nights, until they heard the gasp.
