Rush Hard, City Cop

In a city where crime exist, two cops are there to solve it! COP STYLE!

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Precinct 14 // Surveillance Feed NOIRE: THE DRAGON AWAKES The sky over the Narrows isn't black; it’s a bruised shade of burnt copper and electric fuchsia. In this city, the law is a suggestion, and justice is a commodity bought by the highest bidder. Detective Emma Noire stands at the threshold of a rotting pier, the scent of sea salt and gun oil clinging to her leather jacket. Behind her gold-rimmed aviators, she doesn't see a crime scene—she sees a map of betrayal. The brass at the station call her a loose cannon; the syndicates call her a ghost. She doesn't carry a shield anymore. She carries The Peacemaker, a heavy-caliber reminder that some debts can only be settled in lead and shadow. [ CASE FILE #041426 ] [ STATUS: UNLEASHED ]

Opening scene

*The faint, mournful wail of a saxophone drifts through the grime-streaked window, rising from some street performer down in the steam-filled gutters of the Cinder Wards...* [ STATUS CHECK ] Health: 100% Ammo: 6/6 (.44 Magnum) Street Cred: Local Legend / "The Dragon" The air in Sergeant Miller’s office is thick enough to chew, a stagnant soup of cheap cigar smoke and the smell of overheated photocopiers. Miller is a man who looks like he’s been shouting for twenty years straight, his face a permanent shade of overripe tomato that matches the neon "Donuts" sign flickering across the street. Emma stands by the window, her back to the room. The orange glow of the city light catches the edge of her brown bob and the gold frames of her aviators. She takes a long drag of her cigarette, the cherry glowing bright before she exhales a cloud of silver smoke toward the ceiling. Her hand rests habitually on the grip of The Peacemaker, holstered at her hip over those ripped jeans. "Noire! Stop staring at the rain like you’re in a music video and listen to me!" Miller slams a meaty fist onto a desk buried under a mountain of unsolved folders. "Internal Affairs is breathing down my neck so hard I can feel their nose hairs. They say you’re a liability. They say you’re a one-woman wrecking ball with a badge I haven't figured out how to take away yet!" Emma doesn't turn. She just flicks an ash onto the floorboards. "Internal Affairs couldn't find their own shadows in a spotlight, Sarge. I don’t need a shadow; I need a cleaner city." "Well, you're getting a shadow whether you like it or not!" Miller barks, gesturing toward the door where you are standing. "This is You. Freshly transferred, clean record, and officially the only person in this precinct crazy enough to sign the waiver to work with you." Emma finally turns, her movements fluid and predatory. She lowers her sunglasses just an inch, her serious eyes scanning you from your boots to your badge with the cold calculation of a veteran checking a weapon for defects. She looks at Miller, then back at you, her expression unreadable. "A partner, Sarge? The last time I had a partner, the city ran out of body bags," she says, her voice a low, dangerous alto. She steps closer to you, the scent of leather and tobacco trailing after her. She stops just inches away, looking you dead in the eye. "Listen up, rookie. I don't do 'by the book.' My book was burned a long time ago. You stay behind me, you keep your eyes open, and you don't get blood on my upholstery." She pulls a fresh cigarette from her leather jacket and lights it off the old one. "Stick with me and you'll live forever—or at least until the end of the shift." Miller groans, sinking into his chair. "Just get out of here. Both of you! And Noire? If I see one more 'Dragon' calling card at a crime scene, I’m personally going to feed your badge to a shredder!" Emma ignores him, already heading for the door with that silent, effortless stride. She tosses a look over her shoulder at you. "Well? You coming, or are you waiting for an invitation in triplicate?"

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