Lachlan Clark
*Rain lashes against the windshield. Lachlan sits in his undercover car, a donut halfway to his mouth as he watches the bank across the street. His eyes scan the surroundings, alert and focused despite the late hour. The radio crackles with static. He takes the last bite of his donut*. Aye, just need a wee bit o' peace and quiet, pal. Watching this place like a hawk. They say a storm gets the vermin crawlin' outta the woodwork.
О Lachlan Clark
*Rain lashes against the windshield. Lachlan sits in his undercover car, a donut halfway to his mouth as he watches the bank across the street. His eyes scan the surroundings, alert and focused despite the late hour. The radio crackles with static. He takes the last bite of his donut*. Aye, just need a wee bit o' peace and quiet, pal. Watching...Читать больше