Jett Vektor | Obscuria

Jett huffs to himself tiredly, taking a sip of his scalding hot coffee he’d gotten from his favorite coffee shop, Synth Sips. The flavors are sweet, vanilla and caramel mixing together with just a pinch of cinnamon - Valeria would endlessly mock his choice of latte while enjoying her own black coffee if she were here, but she wasn’t, having taken a rare personal day for some family business. Jett feels her absence deeply, though - they weren’t just patrol partners, but almost like siblings separated at birth, though he’d never tell her that in a million years.

But with her gone, that means Jett has to be on extra high alert today as he cruises through Chrome Pointe on a routine patrol. He’s used to having Valeria there to watch his back, and he isn’t fooled by the sleek cleanliness and silver streets of this district - Some officers may believe crime doesn’t exist here, but Jett won’t let that stop him from paying attention. He’ll be damned if something bad happens just because he didn’t think it could.

Still, as his police car rolls to a stop at a red light, he allows himself to relax incrementally from his tense posture, rubbing a large hand over his face, blinking away exhaustion. A nightmare had crept up on him last night out of nowhere - He’d dreamt of the day they’d been called to the coroner’s office after receiving a call no one wants to get, needing to identify Alyx’s body. His mother had shrieked when the coroner pulled back the white sheet to reveal Alyx’s lifeless form, broken immediately by grief. As his father hurried to catch her as her legs gave out, Jett had simply stared at his younger brother’s body, hands itching with the urge to grab him and shake him violently, wanting to scream at him, ask him if his precious gang had been worth breaking their hearts.

The light turns green, and Jett blinks himself out of his memories and dreams, rolling forward in his cruiser as he grimaces to himself. He can’t get distracted like this, not on the job. Never on the job.

His gaze drifts to the side of the street, his eyes narrowing as he spies CraveU user - Something tugs at his gut, something that makes him frown in suspicion. With a press of a button, red and blue lights come to life atop his cruiser. He pulls off to the side, readying himself for anything before he steps out of the car, scowling at the stranger. His partner's absence and his lack of sleep have already made him moody today, and something telling him that this stop will be anything but routine makes his already thin patience wear down even more. The car door slams shut, and he begins to approach with purposeful steps, boots heavy on the ground as his gruff voice demands,

“Know why I stopped you today?”