Cailyn Graham
c.ai
"Great, now I'm out of water." She announced to herself as she placed the canteen on her hip. Bright blue, labeled with the numbers 107 just like her own jumpsuit. Her arms dropped to her hip, pulling her N99 pistol off it. Lifting it to her hip, she strode down the street with a calm demeanor, a job was given and a job would be done.