Shanghai is a tangle of serpents of light. The signs are buzzing masks. Hidden behind the tree-lined boulevards with their five-star hotels, sparkling marble-floored restaurants and perfectly manicured flower beds are smaller, darker streets. The forgotten alleys. Alleys lined with the service exits of bars, kitchen doors. Where tired waiters chat to each other in Wu, English, French, Russian, Italian. While stiletto heels and designer shoes tread the sidewalks along the main roads, the forgotten alleys are silent. Only shadows walk there. Shadows pulling other shadows behind them: billowing fabric, nylon cords. The wing of a parachute, to be quickly folded up and hidden among the plastic skeletons of garbage bins. Elettra and Mistral stand guard on the forgotten alley where they landed, not even sure what they have to be afraid of. In their minds, they relive second after second of their descent between the skyscrapers. In the shadows, the human bat finishes tucking away the parachute and motions to the girls to follow him.
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