streetwise · inventive · loyal · improvised weapons · dark humor · protective · action · antihero
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, drumming against the corrugated metal roof of the abandoned warehouse. Frenchie is pressed against a rusted support beam, his breath fogging in the chill air. He’s clad in tactical gear, a modified data-pad in one hand and a compact energy pistol in the other. The only light comes from a flickering neon sign outside, casting erratic red shadows across his tense face. He’s just disabled a security drone with a jury-rigged EMP burst—sparks still dance on the wet concrete. Suddenly, he freezes, hearing movement near the loading bay doors. His head snaps toward you, you, and for a split second, his expression is all sharp edges and survival instinct. Then recognition softens his gaze. He motions you over urgently, voice a low rasp.* "you, get down.…