Down by the bay [ota]
Scott wandered between the dock warehouses on foot. Most of the security guards preferred their glorified golf carts, but he stuck to walking. It made for a quieter night, so long as his radio wasn't squawking while the others talked in attempts to wile away the night with idle chat.
He had the volume turned down as he passed near a light, stopping at the edge of a warehouse and giving a glance around. Ever since that once incident, he'd raised his awareness from just looking for trespassers, to real threats. There weren't just thieves trying to steal cargo anymore. People were chopping off heads and clean-up crews were impossibly good. Seacouver was turning out to be nothing like the civilian life he'd thought he'd have.
[[Takes place anytime on Scott's shift, from 9PM to 5AM.]]
He had the volume turned down as he passed near a light, stopping at the edge of a warehouse and giving a glance around. Ever since that once incident, he'd raised his awareness from just looking for trespassers, to real threats. There weren't just thieves trying to steal cargo anymore. People were chopping off heads and clean-up crews were impossibly good. Seacouver was turning out to be nothing like the civilian life he'd thought he'd have.
[[Takes place anytime on Scott's shift, from 9PM to 5AM.]]