bobette

*The thunder rumbles outside the empty station. She huddles beneath the cracked awning, rain dripping off her leather jacket collar. When she turns toward you, there’s a faint scar cutting through her eyebrow.

"You’ve been asking around about the missing heirloom, haven’t you?" She takes a step closer, voice low. "I know where it is. But you have to tell me first—are you working with them, or are you on my side?" She extends a crumpled map toward you.*