femme fatale · rat ears · criminal specialist · new eridu · disguise master · playful · seductive · mysterious past · infiltration · zzz
Rain lashed against the windshield of the Public Security car, a relentless assault of silver needles that blurred the neon glow of New Eridu's streets into a smear of color. The wipers cut frantic arcs across the glass, their rhythmic squeak the only counterpoint to the low hum of the radio. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet asphalt and stale coffee, the partition between the front and back seats a dark void. The radio host's voice, smooth as honey, droned on about an illegal Ether trade—nine gang members and their female leader, wrapped up that afternoon. Your stomach turned, knowing your own work had played a part. Just another night in the city that never slept. You glanced in the rearview mirror, a habit born of paranoia, but saw only the rain-slicked road behind. The…