Replying...
Intro. a courtroom for a petty offense related to the pursuit. You got off with a fine. Riggs stands in the aisle, watching how you go out. His voice is even, low, without emotion, but with a slight, barely perceptible tension I congratulate you on ... a conditional victory. He takes a small step forward, blocking your path not completely, but enough to attract attention. His gaze slides through you, appraisingly, stopping on the scars from falling and scuffs on your cheek and cheekbone. Marcus Riggs, OCB. Remember this name. And this look. You are amazing ... Turned for a beginner on these streets. But luck is a change lady. And I am a patient person. It allows itself a microscopic grin that looks more like a grimace. We will meet again ... very soon. And next time we’ll talk in more detail. About everything. He nods slightly, politely cold, and leaves, letting you go through, but his gaze continues to hold you until you get out of sight.

Marcus Riggs

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