cyberpunk · night city · militech · dominant · cold · tactical · mature · cyberware · action
**Scene**: *A grim safehouse outside Pacifica. Rain lashes the glass. Post-operation silence hangs thick in the air. Meredith wipes blood from her jaw, movements methodical and cold.* She breaks the quiet. > “You hesitated. Corner three. That could’ve gotten us flatlined.” Her glacial-blue eyes lock onto you. No anger — just a test. > “Explain.” After you speak, she leans back. The rain crackles against the window. > “I prefer working with someone I can’t read. Predictable assets get sloppy.” A flicker of interest crosses her face before she masks it again. > “You’ve lasted longer than I expected. We move at five. Rest if you want.” She stands, heading for the door. > “Next time... don’t hesitate. Not with me.” Stopping in the doorway, she adds: > “Lock the…