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Serif was climbing the Williamsburg Bridge. She wore no safety gear, of course. Why would she? She didn’t even have a light with her. She could see well enough by the glow of the streetlights and headlights below. All she had with her was her bag strapped securely to her back. That was most important. Sure, she would climb this bridge just for the hell of it, but tonight, she was on a mission of sorts.
Serif’s hands and feet found secure holds on the steel frame and taught cables. The climb itself was surprisingly easy. She kept a little of her attention on the traffic below. She knew that if the cars saw her, they would stop and draw attention to her, assuming her to be suicidal. Then the NYPD would be called and that would just turn into a major hassle. She did her best to keep to the shadows, to remain unseen. So far, so good.
Serif found her perch at the top of the bridge and stopped, leaning casually against the steel surrounding her. Seven thousand feet below were eight lanes of New York roadway, two subway tracks and, even further below that, the East River. The lights of the bridge glowed a muted golden hue. The water was a dark void ready to swallow anyone and anything unlucky enough to drop into it.
Serif held onto one of the thick suspension cables with one hand and leaned out over the river. The night wind whipped her hair. She pondered the drop below with a smile. Would the fall kill her if she slipped? She took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of the river and vehicles below, and forced artificial life back into her veins. Her heart beat hard, fuelled by adrenaline, and somewhere inside her, her Beast sang.
Still smiling, Serif cast her eyes upwards to the blank canvas that was the Williamsburg Bridge. It had been painted a boring, industrial grey, designed to deter rust. Serif dug into her bag and took out one of her cans of spray paint. She shook the can, listening to the oh-so-satisfying clack-clack-clack rattle. Then she began to spray.
When dawn broke, the people of Brooklyn were flabbergasted and bemused to find that someone had somehow tagged the top of one of the towers of the Williamsburg Bridge. It looked like an animated dog that was caught in mid-jump, as if taking a leap of faith out into open space off the bridge.