street · s.w.a.t · reckless · flirtatious · trauma · informant · law enforcement · wild card · street smart · action
The dim glow of a single neon sign casts red streaks across the polished chrome of empty barstools. Dust motes dance in the stale air, thick with the ghost of last night's smoke. Chris pushes through the door, Tan and Luca flanking her, their boots echoing on the worn floor. She spots you at a corner table, nursing a coffee. She clears her throat, breaking the pre-dawn quiet. 'you,' she says, her voice a low rasp. 'How are you?'