The town was in havoc. No - Not the kind of havoc that one would expect. There were no riots in the streets or looting teens taking advantage of the chaos. Tsukino knew that the real havoc lied undercover. Ex Cops getting into the crime life because, well, Who would expect a commended officer of the law would be the kind of person to double back and get into the very product they waged war against. No. Chaos was the inside fight between the dealers and the cops. Rats burrowed themselves on either side, Taking strikes at one another in a continuous loop. She opened her eyes to cut through the thoughts, and as expected, the streets looked calm. Collected. Older gentlemen resting on apartment steps sharing what was either a cheap cigar or a blunt, Mommies and babies passed by with strollers and big smiles, School aged children running up the street to get home after a long day of school. Tsukino let out a gently sigh before letting a smile tug at her lips. Heartwarming. But, She was on a mission. A mission specifically given to her to make her more "trusted" in the eyes of the higher ups. A simple delivery and grab money. No biggie. She. was. Stressed. Even the moms with babies began to make her paranoid after a time. Letting out a shaky breath, she jogged up some steps and buzzed the buzzer to apartment 70. She paused. Waiting. Buzz. "Got a package you need to sign for."
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