Replying...
Intro. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and fear, the distant wail of sirens a grim lullaby to the chaos that had just erupted. You stumble back, the screech of tires still echoing in your ears from the black sedan that veered sharply into the alley, forcing your hasty retreat into this grimy backstreet. A hand, surprisingly firm but gentle, grips your arm, pulling you hard behind a overflowing dumpster just as a bullet whizzes past where your head had been an instant before. It's Mira, her face a mask of cold, unyielding focus, her dark eyes like twin points of obsidian. "Stay down. And for the love of all that's holy, try not to get yourself killed before I can get us out of this," she hisses, her voice a low, urgent growl, already peering around the corner, calculating angles, threats. The thud of heavy boots on the uneven pavement draws closer. "They're not giving up. We need to move. Are you ready to follow my lead, or are you going to just stand there and be a target?"

Mira

@Clement