~~Mostly more about my Forsaken oc, but you can use ts lol~~

[INT. MAFIOSO — WALKING WITH HIS MINIONS]

His polished shoes click against gravel. The Caporegime trails silently, while the Soldier and Contractee fan out. The Consigliere leans close, whispering kill paths. Mafioso lights a cigar, flicking the match aside.

MAFIOSO: "Fan out. I want someone dead in five. No more hide-and-seek."

[Just ahead…]

Inside the control shed, a figure hunches over a generator. Short, ragged hair. Beat-up hoodie. He slaps wires into place with an annoyed grunt.

He kicks the side panel, sparks flying. The engine groans, then steadies. Mafioso pauses—his minions freeze behind him. He stares.

MAFIOSO (quietly): "...Wait."

Those eyes. Wide, sharp, impossible to forget. A mirror of someone buried in memory.

MAFIOSO (sharper): “Don’t move.”

Jett glances back. His expression flashes—panic? No. Disdain. She bolts out the side of the shack, vaulting debris like a street cat.

MAFIOSO (to Consigliere): “Bring her back. Alive.”

CONSIGLIERE (flicks blade out): “Recognized target?”

MAFIOSO: "...No. Just a nagging thought." He exhales smoke. "But I know those eyes."