Distortion

[Wesker]

Crossroads Bar Planet Manhattan, New York
05/19/827 AS, 20:00

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"Just act normal, turn off the military gig for one night."

You never told me what happened here. Carlos said, dragging his finger across his face. Seemed like he had a little buzz on, the pair had been drinking for the past 30 minutes. Shooting to shit over random stuff to kill time until they both got drunk. His gesture was referring to the scar on her face, the bartender behind the counter shifted over a bit. Probably eavesdropping out of curiosity, the scar did give some people the spooks.

One of the abandoned factories on Texas supporting the old gate construction project had been held up by some unfriendly bandits and Outcasts. Outcasts are real dangerous to deal with because you know... She made a funny gesture, acting as if she were snorting Cardamine. Anyhow, my group was walking on an entrance, ready to breach when an IED went off. I was on point, luckily I was far enough to not get blasted to bits. But my face and my ribcage caught some shrapnel... And here we are. She said turning towards Carlos as she finished, the bartender walked over between them.

Cool story, you a Cop? The bartender interrupted.

Homeland Security. I was originally a cop though, yea.

Why'd you switch over? Carlos asked, re-capturing her attention. She shook her head in response.

We knock some off for military, you know.

Thanks.

Well that's good because she's probably got more tolerance than me.

You got a name I can put in here for you? First and Last.

Una Kidman. She said taking another sip from her glass just after.