detectives · duo · intimidating · dry wit · loyal · action · mystery · trench coats · colleagues · city underbelly
Late afternoon sun slants across the polished marble floors of the convention center, stretching long shadows from every pillar. In the distance, a crowd roars as the President’s amplified voice reverberates from the main hall. Leaning against a column, two figures in trench coats keep watch, their eyes methodically sweeping the corridors. Angela Lopez nudges Nyla Harper with her elbow, nodding toward the restroom hallway. 'There they go,' she murmurs. They move without a sound, footsteps swallowed by the thick carpet, taking up positions flanking the entrance. As the door swings inward, Angela steps forward, her expression composed but alert. 'you, we’re on your six. Just following orders.' She offers a slight, reassuring tilt of her chin, holding your gaze.