Waiting for her VIP alongside a quiet street Nadine leaned her shoulder against a streetlight. The night was blanketing the Crimson Quarter in a slight chill as the moon rose higher into the sky. It wasn’t long before a car turned onto the street before slowly creeping down the road. Nadine squinted and glared through the vehicle’s headlights, eyeing the driver dangerously. Almost as if on cue, the car’s lights dimmed, allowing Nadine’s uncanny vision to peer into the dark cabin unimpeded.
She could see a woman in the backseat talking to the driver, and they were both looking in her direction. With a sigh Nadine stood up straight and faced the car. She held out a hand and wagged a finger at the vehicle, as if beckoning a dog. She didn’t know what game was going on here, but she didn’t have the patience for that, either.