A tense moment
For the first post, a nice easy one:
Angel sat back in her chair. Through her mirrorshades she watched the Russian pace the balcony. As he spoke into his phone, a gust of wind blew through the doors to her - rotting chrome and burnt neon. She shivered.
The sun dimmed as he walked back in, gray static clouds behind. “Is done.” His face was a patchwork of scars, his hair patchy from old radiation damage.
Angel shrugged. “So, good buddy, we can deal?”
“Yes. Weapons will be delivered tomorrow, you give me data now.”
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