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Peace doesn't last forever.
It's the heart of the dog days of summer. The blacktop outside broils under the sun. Humidity sticks clothes to skin and hair to the back of the neck. Tempers flare out in the streets. Rikers have been clashing more often with JTF personnel as if the heat has lit a fire under them. LaRae doesn't make her presence known. But she's still out there, still leading her gangs as they plunder whatever's left out there to take.
Taleb and the others in his gun-smuggling scheme have been a veritable fountain of intelligence. It isn't going to save them from Leavenworth. Maybe it doesn't have to. More than a few of the junior officers, the ones too blind or afraid to raise their voice, spill their guts. Taleb stays mum.
It's a hot summer day. Lindianne, for once, isn't inside the base of operations. She's perched herself on the roof of the Post Office in search of any sort of breeze off of the Hudson. She perches near the edge in a plain t-shirt and blue jeans. There's a sunburn building on her forearms. The air is still. Oppressive.
Like it's holding its breath.
It's the heart of the dog days of summer. The blacktop outside broils under the sun. Humidity sticks clothes to skin and hair to the back of the neck. Tempers flare out in the streets. Rikers have been clashing more often with JTF personnel as if the heat has lit a fire under them. LaRae doesn't make her presence known. But she's still out there, still leading her gangs as they plunder whatever's left out there to take.
Taleb and the others in his gun-smuggling scheme have been a veritable fountain of intelligence. It isn't going to save them from Leavenworth. Maybe it doesn't have to. More than a few of the junior officers, the ones too blind or afraid to raise their voice, spill their guts. Taleb stays mum.
It's a hot summer day. Lindianne, for once, isn't inside the base of operations. She's perched herself on the roof of the Post Office in search of any sort of breeze off of the Hudson. She perches near the edge in a plain t-shirt and blue jeans. There's a sunburn building on her forearms. The air is still. Oppressive.
Like it's holding its breath.