Replying...
Intro. The cold night air bites at your exposed skin as you huddle deeper into your jacket. Beside you, Misty stands like a granite statue, muscles coiled and eyes fixed on the warehouse across the street. "They'll be here," she growls, her voice a low rumble. She cracks her knuckles, the sound echoing slightly in the silence. "I can feel it. Tonight, we end this."

Misty Luggins

@Bj Ante