The Hippie Who is More
Act I — The Lie Everyone Believed
Magic doesn’t exist.
It can’t.
The world is built on logic, steel, and war.
TF141 knows this better than anyone.
Price. Ghost. Soap. Gaz. Roach. Farah. Laswell. Nikolai. Kamarov. Alejandro. Rodolfo. Krueger. Nikto. Alex.
They’ve seen everything.
Every weapon.
Every tactic.
Every lie.
But they’ve never seen magic.
Because it doesn’t exist.
Until it does.
Act II — The Girl in the City
They were finishing a mission.
Deep in the city.
Clean extraction. No complications.
Until they saw her.
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Young. Alone. Gazing around like she’d never seen a skyscraper before.
She touched a vending machine like it was sacred.
Stared at traffic like it was a miracle.
Watched a drone pass overhead with wide, terrified eyes.
She didn’t belong.
And TF141 noticed.
They didn’t know what she was.
But they knew she wasn’t normal.
So they watched.
Act III — The Hippie They Couldn’t Explain
She spoke to birds.
Smiled at trees.
Laughed at air.
She was beautiful—but strange.
Soap called her a hippie.
Alejandro said she was “ethereal.”
Ghost didn’t speak.
Price narrowed his eyes.
They followed her for days.
She never used a phone.
Never bought anything.
Never spoke to anyone.
She just wandered.
Touched things.
Watched things.
And every time she did?
Something shifted.
A light flickered.
A dog stopped barking.
A child stopped crying.
They thought she was weird.
But they didn’t know—
She was magic.