Trooper Station, Sunday [11/04]
Officer Clint Barton stared out across his desk, slowly stirring a cup of coffee as music swelled softly behind him. It was difficult being a man of the law in this town, but it was the only way he could think of to have a chance of finding his long-lost twin brother, and keeping himself busy kept away the memories of the terrible boating accident, the one that had stolen his family away...
No, he couldn't think about that right now. There was too much to do, too much corruption in this town for him to sit and wallow in his own thoughts. So, he sat back and flipped through his terribly cheap prop paperwork, looking for the next person to send to justice.
[Open!]
No, he couldn't think about that right now. There was too much to do, too much corruption in this town for him to sit and wallow in his own thoughts. So, he sat back and flipped through his terribly cheap prop paperwork, looking for the next person to send to justice.
[Open!]