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New York City, July 11, 1940
She shook the rain out out of her hair as she stepped into the office. Normally, she liked the rain - it was warm, refreshing. But there was something off tonight. Something in the way the city felt. She couldn’t put her finger on it - a first for her usually keen senses. Whatever it was had made her uneasy enough to return to the office after nursing a couple scotches in the seedy joint down the street.
Aeryn sat down at her desk, and stared at the rain pounding against the glass. In quiet moments like this, she couldn’t help but reflect. This was hardly the life she’d expected for herself. A detective. With the lowest of the low-lifes for clients. Before her injury, she’d had so much promise - a whole career laid out at her feet. The world had been on the verge of war, and she had served her country. She’d earned a reputation as one of the deadliest, most effective operatives in the intelligence community. Until a Soviet bullet had cut it all short. Aeryn’s jaw tightened at the memory of the injury, her hand running over her now perpetually stiff leg.
And so this was her life now. Dreary. Lonely. Selling her mind - and her gun - just to put food on the table and liquor in her belly.
A sharp knock on the door drew her out of her thoughts. It was long past business hours. The lights in the dingy office were out. No sign of anyone inside. So whoever it was had to be on their last hope. Aeryn reached for the gun she kept strapped beneath her skirt. She crept silently towards the door. Gun trained carefully at the frosted glass, she could see the outline of someone on the other side.
"We’re closed," she said sharply. "What do you want?"