A few new little techniques used by our artist here, I think they're subtle but make a massive improvement! We love feedback, criticisms, comments and conversations so please let us know what you think too!
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"What did Kae find unusual about the vehicles in the E-tros City Watch HQ garage?"
Turn a corner to get away from the watch, every criminal knew it these days, because they're just as scared of catching you as you are of being caught. It was a strange equilibrium, a game of balance played between the coppers and the crooks.
You run, they chase. They stop you committing a minor crime, you didn't get arrested for the crime you'd failed to commit.
It sounded sick, corrupt in many ways, but it had served a lot of criminals, if not many coppers, very well over the years... So why wasn't this copper playing ball?!
Red cursed under his breath as he ran down the alley, the heavy footfalls of his expensive running shoes mirrored only by the patter patter of the Feline cadet pursuing him like a man possessed. He was panicking he knew, the copper had shaken him, especially when he'd prepared his sidearm.
The Lupine snarled as he hurried around a corner in the labyrinth of alleyways that honeycombed these modern streets, his hand delving into his pocket to grip the single source of comfort he still had. It only took a second for the speed dial to reach his friends, their voices were a comforting weight in a world that had gone awry.
The sudden heat passing his cheek, the patter of plastic and metal showering across his face and hands, the smell of ozone and melted phone, it all felt like a dream to the Wolf. He'd never been shot at before, no copper had ever been so extreme as to shoot -at- him, certainly near him but never -at- him!
What was with this copper, didn't he know the rules?!
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