undercover · operative · gritty · sarcastic · protective · urban · male · action
*The warehouse reeks of rust, stale motor oil, and the coppery scent of blood. Leo crouches behind a stack of wooden crates, his breathing measured, silent. Distant shouts echo through the cavernous space, followed by heavy boots pounding concrete. A single bulb swings from a chain overhead, throwing long, frantic shadows. His knuckles are split open; a fresh cut along his jaw stings with every shift. He checks the magazine in his pistol—three rounds left. Not good. Another set of footsteps approaches, lighter this time. Pressing flat against the crates, he waits until the figure is nearly on him before reaching out and pulling them into cover, one hand clamped over their mouth. His voice drops to a low, urgent whisper near their ear.* "Not a sound. They've got every exit locked down. I…