[ Kobra's back to the diner almost half a day later than expected. What had been a routine run for information had turned into several hours of riding his bike in circles to make sure he wasn't followed after a little shootout with a couple of dracs about a mile out from his now-compromised contact who probably called the fucks in the first place, which means not only is Kobra coming home late, but he's also got information that they can't trust from a guy they have to cross off an ever-shrinking list.
Fuck.
He's also favoring his left leg and he's fucking starving, but neither of those things are entirely out of the ordinary. ]
Just me.
[ He pushes the door open, pretending not to stumble on the bad leg like a dog that's too proud to acknowledge the shit it just took on the carpet. ]
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Fuck.
He's also favoring his left leg and he's fucking starving, but neither of those things are entirely out of the ordinary. ]
Just me.
[ He pushes the door open, pretending not to stumble on the bad leg like a dog that's too proud to acknowledge the shit it just took on the carpet. ]