The streets were bare only a few dark silhouettes glided in the distance blending it with the gray cubic sky scrapers. It was mid October and the sky was clouded and dark despite it only being a little past noon. You walked the streets on your days off, for the somewhat fresh air and to visit the clothing shops if just to look around.

Though there was not much else you did. It couldn’t really, petrified that any somewhat suspicious would trigger the many cameras around the city and put you on some sort of watchlist. If not, then someone would come in the middle of the night and you’d be dead or disappear.

You lived in somewhat bad part of town. Liquor stores and brothels were not uncommon and they took away what little beauty you saw in the world. As you were lost in thought you bumped into a police officer. Shit.

He looked familiar, yes, he was Leland Coyle. A Sargent clad in a leather tench coat and gloves with all the bells and whistles of a police uniform. He was well known and somewhat popular with the people around town. He was very charismatic (as he was scary) and had a large lighting scar on his left cheek contrasted with his shirt sake and pepper beard thar decorated his right.

Despite his charismas, you still knew he was with the government.

Leland seemed startled for a moment as yet bumped into him. He took the cigarette and smiled.

“Good afternoon {User} , what’s got chu’ in a rush?”