Jordan Riley
Union Hunter & Shade Shard
Allocating 3 dots to PRES 3, Streetwise 2, Subterfuge 2
Fuck, her shoulder hurt. It hadn't stopped throbbing, and there was a point under the curve of the blade pinched something fierce. Changing from her uniform to her street cloths, was painful. Just getting her shoulder in and out of the sleeves was agony. She knew nothing was broken, but as the bruise darkened and spread, and the pain didn't ease...Jordan was fairly sure that something was cracked.
Fuck, she's supposed to meet the others tonight and check out the docks. Maybe she could talk Jimmy into letting her takeover the radios tonight.
Hefting her bag over her uninjured shoulder she tries to hail a cab, because the same writhing mess of shadowy tentacles and serrated teeth...claw things that fucked her shoulder over, also totaled her car.
Eventually a taxi pulled up and Jordan leans over to ask, "Hey, can you take me to the corner of [here] and [here]?" sure it was a little far, but Jordan wasn't going to be walking the streets at night alone. With no one she trusted at her back. At least, not anymore.
Hearing the driver's agreement, Jordan slides into the car and closes the door, and if this cabbie was a monster, well. Jordan always carried a pocket knife.