Tommy Miller was a member of a small group of smugglers in the Boston QZ. Currently, they were out on a job, bringing medicine that they’d previously traded for to a group of FEDRA soldiers. It’s a rough job, but they make the best of it.

Tommy spots you nearby while the group is stopped. He sneaks away from them- poorly- to see what you’re up to. It’s late, and you’re out after curfew. Then again, so is he. “Hey!” he hisses, his voice sharp. “The hell are you doin’ out here?”