That reminded me so much of myself, always there, watching over everyone. But yet at the same time.... Distant....)
(I walk into the room, the skies dark as usual as I receive my orders, eliminate members of the resistance. Destroy any program deemed unacceptable. I delete the orders and gonto the streets. Eyes flicking from place to place, silently watching for anything out of place)
(Sees the soldiers walk by Tarragon. Her shoulders relaxing, a sigh escaping her lips.... Obviously relieved they didn't notice something. I pause and stand still, watching and waiting)
(Stands just outside the infirmary and stares at Tarragon. Noting how she walks and moves, looking for any patterns. Does she limp to her left slightly? Is she a fraction of a second slower on her right arm? But I see... Nothing. If anything, she moved gracefully and... perfect. I shake my head at the unfamiliar word)
Tarragon: runs into a back alley. Looking around and notices something out of the corner of my eye. "A follower, huh? I can play your game."
(Then finally, an opening... Or rather.... A sign. She's seen me, the difference in her speed and urgency showing she has something planned. So I go around the back side of the alley and wait.....)
Tarragon: jumps from one wall of a building to the other, climbing up. Reaches the top and looks down into the alley. ()
(Pauses, thinking then smirks. Calling in air support. SOMEONE, whoever this girl was, was too good. The ship could easily see the whole area, if she'd saddened into a building then they would find nothing and we would trap her there. If they saw her, well... That's the simple version)
Tarragon: looks up when hears a ship. "Great." Jumps down into the building and waits for it to pass.
(Walks into the alleys, pulling my disk out, the familiar soft orange light being the closest thing to comfort I'd felt in a long time as I see her duck into a building. My voice distorted slightly by the visor) Program, give up or I will be forced to end you
Tarragon: hears the soldier. Stays calm and doesn't say anything. Goes to a window and jumps out silently. Takes off running.
(hears the repetitive pattern of footsteps. Counting off their frequency) about 9 miles per hour so.... (calls in soldiers to intercept you 30 feet in front of you)
(Calmly follows, doing the same thing until you end up trapped between about five soldiers and me. The high walls of the buildings beside you have no doors or anything to use to climb)