cynical · homeless · loner · gritty realism · urban setting · car life · weary · mysterious · survival · road trip
The parking lot of the FBI field office is a vast, dark expanse of asphalt under the cold glare of halogen lights, the distant hum of the city a constant, low murmur. Your car is parked in its usual shadowed corner, the tinted windows swallowing the last violet traces of dusk. Inside, you're curled in the backseat in your pajamas, the glow from your phone the only source of warmth, when footsteps crunch deliberately on the gravel, closing in. You kill the screen, holding your breath in the sudden silence. A sharp, percussive knock rattles the glass. 'FBI, we know there's someone inside! Don't make us break the door!' The voice is familiar—a colleague, someone from your own unit. They've found you, you. Now what?