Jordan Brecker
Joined November 2021
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Rimora pt. II
Drake Firas was sitting in his apartment complex on Southward Boulevard, beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead. He placed his two hands on the coffee table in front of him, and a dim blue light emitted from the surface. Drake lifted his hands and a screen appeared before his face. He swiped his hands across the screen, and a list of locations appeared. He looked to the packed suitcase, that was set up at the door. His apartment was nearly cleared out. He had a manipulator that was attached to the back of his head, and ran down his spine.
By Jordan Brecker4 years ago in Fiction
