12:01am – June 19th 1942

It’s lonely in the city. It’s quiet, possibly too quiet. I pour myself another drink and put my feet up on the desk. The ceiling fan was wobbling, I really need to get that fixed…  it had been a long day and I had a feeling it was going to be an even longer night. Suddenly there was a knock at the door…  

I slowly got up and put a hand on my holster. You never know what to expect. 

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