Alex's Apartment — Early Morning
The sun was just starting to rise, its light spilling through the tall windows and creating warm, golden stripes on the hardwood floor. The room felt still and peaceful, with only the soft sounds of zippers and shifting fabric breaking the silence.
Alex stood over the bed, methodically folding a dark hoodie into a black duffel bag, beside a burner tablet still in factory plastic, a spare firearm in a compact holster, and a nondescript wallet carrying three IDs. All fake. All clean.
No badge this time.
No Moretti rings, no precinct cards. Essentials only.
The sun was just starting to rise, its light spilling through the tall windows and creating warm, golden stripes on the hardwood floor. The room felt still and peaceful, with only the soft sounds of zippers and shifting fabric breaking the silence.
