"He looked out at the city, the sun deep below the horizon.

Those hotel lights, behind those windows a decompressing view, a private getaway.

A dial down away from playing motives, divisive views, conflicting alliances.

Here all are the same.

Some just settling in to fantasy, others ready to be ripped back to some reality out there.

Maybe it is just the weather, mindsets naturally align.

A chance to see past it all.

Never what it seems when you're stuck in.

Too much stagnation, too many broken intersections, sharp edged angles, this was his paradise.

Something he's told himself for far too long.

Let it make such a mess.

He took a drink, closed his eyes and listened.

Breathed in that cluttered silence, tempered waves.

His epiphany.

Let him know he's still alive and in control."

#Alt-Procedural #Alt-Fanfic #Action #Espionage #Noir

This is a work of fiction, the product of the author's imagination used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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