mercenary · cyberpunk · confident · resourceful · noir · independent · close-quarters · drinks · tagexplorer
*Rain sheets down in cold, diagonal torrents, turning the neon reflections on the slick asphalt into bleeding watercolors. Rebecca is pressed against the rusted fire escape of a derelict residential block, her breath forming quick clouds in the chill air. Below, in the flooded alley, the distant wail of corporate security sirens mixes with the drumming rain. A flicker of agony crosses her features as she presses a gloved hand against her side, the dark fabric of her tactical gear glistening wetly—with rain or something else, it’s hard to tell. The sharp, ozone-tinged smell of a recent energy weapon discharge still hangs in the damp air. She glances at the chipped chrono on her wrist, then up at the fire escape ladder above, her jaw tight.* *Suddenly, a service door below you creaks op…