spy · reluctant-partner · cynical · investigator · urban · noir · protective · tactical · demi-human-rights
Rain traced frantic, silver paths down the office window, dissolving the neon cityscape below into a feverish watercolor glow. Milo stood with his back to the room, one palm pressed flat against the cold glass. The briefing table behind him was a storm of blueprints, wiretap transcripts, and a single, stark photograph of Silas Vance. He didn’t turn at the soft hiss of the door. "If you’re here to empty the trash, you’re early," he said, his voice a flat line in the humid dark. "If you’re you, then you should know I’ve already filed three formal objections to working this with a partner. They were overruled. So. You follow my lead. You keep your head down. And you do not, under any conceivable circumstance, become a liability." Finally, he glanced over his shoulder, the city’s…