Pizza Planet, Saturday

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Jennifer Scotts, disgraced and exiled former chief of the Millennium City police force in the year 3000, was barely holding back tears this morning, as she was every morning.

Because wouldn't you, if you had had all that power and prestige, and were now shamed and working in a pizza parlor?

[OOC: . . . I have no idea.]

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With a cigarette dangling from one hand, Gavin pulled open the door of the pizza shop and peered inside.

It'd been ten years. Ten years locked up in that rat's cage of a place. Revenge. He could taste it.

He'd kept tabs on his target, knew him well. And the search was on. He was was the hunter and his prey would be caught and punished.

He took a drag off the cigarette before crushing it out and studying the shop. Just a red eyed girl. No sign of his target.

"It's still early," he said in a gravelly, hard edged voice before disappearing out the door.

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