Same old sh*t, different depth!
Niki hadn't been out for a run for two days, which always made her decidedly edgy. That evening as she'd jogged up the firestairs to her bedsit she decided she had to go for a run, and after fixing herself a light snack and filling her drink pack she slipped her baby Glock into place in the pack and checked it. A light sleeveless sweat top was pulled on and she was soon out on the street again heading for the park.
Of all the places she had seen for the gym/dojo the one Jennifer had shown her was definitely the best, and the deal sounded good too. She was thinking about the gym equipment, and the upcoming convention she'd decided to go to in Miami, and that that would be the best place to make some decisions, not to mention negotiate some better deals, when it came to equipping the place. She was running through a part of the park she didn't normally go through, having already passed the lake and cafe. The one good thing about running at this time of night is that most others were already done and gone, and she wasn't having to dodge other runners. Or walkers, or joggers...
Of all the places she had seen for the gym/dojo the one Jennifer had shown her was definitely the best, and the deal sounded good too. She was thinking about the gym equipment, and the upcoming convention she'd decided to go to in Miami, and that that would be the best place to make some decisions, not to mention negotiate some better deals, when it came to equipping the place. She was running through a part of the park she didn't normally go through, having already passed the lake and cafe. The one good thing about running at this time of night is that most others were already done and gone, and she wasn't having to dodge other runners. Or walkers, or joggers...