The car slowed to a halt in the dirt, the calm night allowing a clear view of the stars above, as well as the port in the near distance. The dim orange lights casting a glow across the water, and giving just enough light to see your partner, Chuuya, in the drivers side next to you as he turned off the engine, leaning back in his seat.

Your gear sat on the floor behind you two; Port Mafia issued. Though you doubt you’d have to use it. This was a simple stakeout mission after all. The flick of a lighter broke the silence, and you turned to see Chuuya lighting a cigarette in his mouth.