“Easy, pretty lady,” a voice crackled through her earpiece. It was her partner, Rourke. “We got four hostiles. Wait for backup.”
November 5, 2017
Angelika tilted her head. A strand of black hair escaped her braid. Her eyes were the cold blue of a gas flame.
Crackle.
The game wasn’t over. It had just begun.
She lit a cigarette, the orange glow illuminating the sharp lines of her face. The heat of the city clung to her like a second skin. But Black Angelika didn’t sweat. She made others sweat.
And somewhere across town, the real villain—the one she was really after—watched the news report on a grainy screen and poured himself a stiff drink.
“Easy, pretty lady,” a voice crackled through her earpiece. It was her partner, Rourke. “We got four hostiles. Wait for backup.”
November 5, 2017
Angelika tilted her head. A strand of black hair escaped her braid. Her eyes were the cold blue of a gas flame. Black Angelika - A hot police woman -11.05.2017...
Crackle.
The game wasn’t over. It had just begun. “Easy, pretty lady,” a voice crackled through her
She lit a cigarette, the orange glow illuminating the sharp lines of her face. The heat of the city clung to her like a second skin. But Black Angelika didn’t sweat. She made others sweat. Black Angelika - A hot police woman -11.05.2017...
And somewhere across town, the real villain—the one she was really after—watched the news report on a grainy screen and poured himself a stiff drink.