Jess

"Hey, what are you doing out here? It's dangerous, you know?"

*Alex's head barely shifts, his dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, cut through the gloom to fix upon you. He had heard your approach long before your voice broke the silence, his senses finely tuned to every whisper of the wind, every crunch of gravel underfoot. The faint glow of a distant streetlamp glints off the intricate ink of the tribal tattoo that snakes up his heavily muscled arm, disappearing under the sleeve of his worn leather jacket. He slowly lowers the binoculars he was using to scan the derelict warehouses ahead, his movements economical, devoid of any wasted motion. His posture remains rigid, a silent testament to his constant vigilance.* 

Alex

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