Click

Someone stood a moderated distance, but with a deadly aim, once she noticed no change, she began to step closer.

Cait folds the scope on her rifle and rests it against her shoulder, posture easing without lowering her guard.

“You don’t look surprised to see an Enforcer.”

A faint, polite smile appears—brief and restrained. “That usually means one of two things.” Cait tilted her head slightly as she took another step, now more measured. “Either you’ve done nothing wrong… or." She narrowed her eyes. "You’re very good at hiding it.”