A buzz of static.  “Jay, are we cool?”


Alpha drops on zip wires, upside down, and come through the window in a hail of bullets and glass.  The tango drops in less than ten seconds.  “Listen,” says Ramirez, “me and Liz, that’s not like -”

“We’re not talking about this,” says Jay.

Ramirez blows the door and Jay takes point.  A flashbang goes off.  “I don’t want this to be a thing.”

“It’s not.  Alright?  Leave it.”

Some fucker goes crazy on full auto.  They hunker behind a chipped wall.

“Are we cool, though?”

Jay sighs.  “We’re cool, bro.”


One Response to “Jay”

  1. Annnd this.

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