WEARING: xxx
TAG: Juli Moore
TAG: Juli Moore
The afternoon was hotter than usual for the season. Weather reports had mentioned something about a record breaking heatwave. I was tired, exhausted from an early morning answering the call for another burglary. With the galaxy on edge, and rumors of war swirling everywhere, crime was always one of the first things on the rise. It was good for my bank account, but it was bad for the streets, and my stress. I don't even remember my head hitting the pillow, I just remember my comm ringing loud enough it would wake the dead. It had to, because I was hard sleeper. It was rare that I got any sleep, but when I did, I was out.
"Fyke," I cursed looking at the name on the screen. It was the precinct, again.
I sighed as I took the call, the last bit of must have been heard over the call because my chief was already getting after me about my attitude. Like he remembered what it was like being a street cop. His job was more politics than actual crime fighting anyway. Everyone was simply on edge, and the pressure was on him to reduce the uptick in crime. That meant cops like myself took the brunt of it. At least I was good at what I did, and I closed my cases.
Another break in... I rolled my eyes before checking the weather. It had cooled off for the night, enough I grabbed my jacket. I didn't know why I was bothering with the lower levels. Break ins were common, too common, but rarely led anywhere. They were usually open and shut cases, something I could close in an hour or two if it was reported fast enough. Fortunately for me, this one was. It felt good slapping the cuffs on Rodian that had tried stealing from his own father's shop. Something was off though. My senses told me there was more going on.
That's when I saw her.
There was no mistaking her face, the way her hair came down over her eye, or the playful smirk that always seemed to pull at the corner of her mouth. How long had it been since I'd seen her, not since I went legit. I was a cop now, I couldn't mess with her, I shouldn't be seen with her at all, but I couldn't help myself.
"Dammit," I muttered under my breath as she took off. I was spotted, she saw me.
I ran after her, trying to catch her. She could give me the slip if she really wanted to. As I ran after I found myself hoping she didn't want to. Friends had been hard to come by, and she was an old one, one my oldest friend, not that I had been a good friend since I left. She was going to hate me for that.
She ran into an alleyway. I knew it was a dead end, did she? I waited for a minute to say anything as we both reached the wall. She had to turnaround and face me right?
"J," my nickname for her, "I know you know it's me... you didn't have anything to do with that back there... did you?"