Redhawk Caldera Blue Hours

The authorities. The man. Y'know? Probably not. He was a wolf. But in the magic of writing and semi realism, Bridget knew exactly what she was gettin at here.

The guy who led them sounded like a real pill at first, but her smile got more amused towards Bronco the longer he went on. It took balls to go up to some stranger on their turf and tell them you didn't like what they were doing. Was it particularly smart? No. Did she like his style? Absolutely.

He sounds like a windbag. Who forms a pack and calls it an army? Wild shit. She paused, then winked at Bronco conspiratorially. Maybe he's overcompensating for something, eh? That or his ego was somewhere up on one of those mountains surrounding it.

Sorry about your kid, though. That sucks. Fuck, she was so curious. He had kids, which had to mean a prior relationship, but she didn't recall ever hearing much about one. Did he have a wife tucked away somewhere? No, if he did, he'd never have slipped up and dropped the son card. No way she was going to ask, anyway - she was probably either dead or in a Reyes-type situation and neither of those were something she felt comfortable prodding Bronco for. As far as friend levels went, they were kickin things off at 1... maybe 1.5. Those felt like strictly level 3 convos.

I can't imagine the shit someone would have to pull here to get banned. He must be a real tight-ass. Wait... you said he's taking kids into battle? She'd skipped it at first, but when she went back over it, the concept stuck out. If that was true, she might be tempted to pay a little visit of her own.