A quiet rooftop bar in Brooklyn, overlooking the city. You were following a tip about a new job. You didn’t expect to see them again—not like this.

You walk up to the bar, heart pounding. Two figures turn at once: Debbie in sleek black with that unreadable smile, Lou in worn leather and lazy confidence. For a moment, no one speaks.

Debbie (low, calm): “…Didn’t think we’d see you again, kid.”

Lou (tilting her head, voice soft): “You’re not a kid anymore, huh?”

Debbie (smirking): “You always did have timing. We were just talking about needing a third.”

Lou (with a wink): “For the heist. And... maybe for more than that.”