City of Rain

Jaxale's attention quickly shifts... like he can sense injustice in the air. Swiftly he moves to intervene.

"Hey pig,  you harassing a child, in my presence?" Jax says loud and stoically .

"Mind your own business, punk," the officer sneers, eyes fixed on Tiz. "This doesn't concern you."

Tiz, looking up at Jax with a face of gratitude and says "Actually, Officer! I think it does. Since you're not following any type of protocol and refusing to identify yourself or even read me my rights."

The officer's expression darkens, and he takes a step closer to Tiz. "You think you're smart, huh?let me show you what happens, when you mouth off to the wrong person."

Jax's eyes narrow, his stance tensing, ready to intervene further.

Without missing a beat and not once actually touching the officer... Jax, lifts the police man's cuffs, places the cops wrists within, locking them closed.

The officer's eyes widens in shock, his face reddening with rage. "What the...?! You can't do that!"

Jax smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Looks like I just did, pig."

Tiz's eyes light up with what seems like impressed surprise. "Well, well, well. Looks like the tables have turned."

The sound of approaching footsteps echoes through the alleyway, and a voice calls out, "What's going on?"

Jax's gaze never leaves the officer's face. "Just a little...rebalancing of power. Don't worry, I've got this under control."

Tiz makes a quick distinction, that Jax has backup. He never had to enforce it, or even think of calling for it. Jax takes a moment to really look at the girl and realizes she is no girl... she's all woman.

Jax's gaze lingers on Tiz, his eyes roving over her features, as if seeing her for the first time. Her petite frame, her sharp jawline, her piercing green eyes... He seems to be recalculating his initial impression, his expression begins to soften.

Tiz, sensing his attention, raises her eyebrows. "Hey, no need to be embarrassed.... Mistaking me for a kid and all. It happens."

Jax's smile is slow and devastating. "I think I'm more embarrassed about underestimating you."

Their eyes lock, and the tension between them shifts, becoming charged with a newfound awareness. The officer continues to struggle in his cuffs. The approaching footsteps fade into the background. They share a moment of connection, their mutual attraction crackling like electricity.

Tiz's attention shifts back to the cop "You think Seattle was bad shithead, now you're living in a city that has thunder,  that keeps up with your heartbeat... Ya know about you... Johnston. I also know you were born in Indianapolis." Tiz said nonchalantly.

"Desert city turned rain forest, there are no more laws, go back to Indianapolis... silly little officer" Jax's laugh bellows

The officer's rage steams off his face, his eyes bulging with impotent fury. He seems to be searching for a comeback, but Tiz's words have left him speechless.

Jax's laughter dies down, and he takes a step closer to Tiz, his eyes shining with admiration. "Well, well, well. Looks like we've got a regular firecracker here."

Tiz's smile is sweet and innocent, but her eyes gleam with a hint of mischief. "Just a dark and twisty woman, with a lot to say."

Jax's eyes light up with intrigue. "A dark and twisty woman, huh? I like the sound of that."

Tiz's smile grows wider, and she nods towards the nearby alleyway. "Follow me, and I'll show you just how twisty, I can get."

Without another word, she turns and Swiftly disappears into the shadows, leaving Jax to follow. The police man was left stunned, head spinning. They weaved through the alleys, dodging debris and avoiding detection by the rival gangs and corrupt law enforcement.

Suddenly, they hear a melodical laugh from down the dark alley to their left. Then footsteps behind them. Jax and Tiz exchange a knowing glance, and without a word, they quicken their pace.

The footsteps grow louder, and soon they're surrounded by a group of rough-looking thugs. Flanked by the 'trash pandas' of the city. Lowly street thugs, that are willing to get their hands into anything. The leader, a burly man with a cruel face, steps forward. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? A couple of lovebirds out for a stroll?"

Jax and Tiz stand back-to-back, their eyes scanning the surroundings for potential escape routes. Jax cracks his knuckles, ready for a fight. Tiz, on the other hand, seems to be calculating the odds, her eyes darting from one thug to another.

Without warning, the thugs charge at them. Jax takes down the first few with swift roundhouse kicks and a haymaker punch that shaders the third thug's skull. Tiz uses her agility to dodge and weave around the attackers. She delivers precise strikes, even taking out a few thugs with her sharp knife. Cutting only the kill zones.

As the fight intensifies, Jax and Tiz work together seamlessly, their movements fluid and synchronized. They take down the thugs one by one, their skills complement each other perfectly.

Finally, the last thug, the jackass leader that's too stubborn to back down... Squares up with Tiz. He puts his greasy hands around her neck, lifting her in the air. Their eyes are full contact. For a moment, they just stare. Then he shifts his attention to Jax, his chest heaving with exertion.

" I'll snap her neck, like a glow stick! What do you have for me?"

" I have some Necro Sauce, drop her!" Jax's voice booms

They made the exchange without words and the thug looked satisfied.

Jax and Tiz continue on their way, their pace quick and purposeful. They know they can't linger in one spot for too long, not in a city like this.

As they approach Tiz's headquarters, they slow down, their senses on high alert. Tiz  knows they're getting close, and they can't afford to let their guard down now.

Finally, they stop at a nondescript door hidden behind a dumpster. Tiz produces a key card and swipes it through a reader, and the door slides open with a hiss. It leads to a long stairwell leading many floors underground.

"Welcome to my humble abode," she says, gesturing for Jax to enter.

As they step inside, the door closes behind them, and Jax finds himself in a dimly lit room filled with rows of computer terminals, holographic displays, and a sprawling map of the city on the wall. The air is thick with the hum of machinery and the glow of screens.

Tiz takes a deep breath, a look of pride on her face. "This is my war room. My sanctuary. My playground."

Jax's eyes widen as he takes in the scope of her operation. "You're a hacker!."

Tiz's smile is feral. "I'm so much more than that."

Jax takes a moment then responds " I mean, I have an operation as well, but you have computers... where I have men... Soldiers of you will." Then he whispers as if he's been trained. "Are you a revolutionist?"

Tiz's eyes sparkle with intrigue, and she leans in closer, her voice barely audible. "Let's just say I'm a facilitator of change. My weapons are information, strategy, and a dash of chaos."

She pauses, studying Jax's expression. "I think we share a common goal: to topple the corrupt forces that have ravaged our city."  Tiz's gaze intensifies, her words dripping with conviction. "I've been gathering intel, building alliances, and waiting for the right moment to strike. I think that moment is now."

She gestures to a holographic display projecting a 3D map of the city, with various symbols and markers flashing across it. "My network is vast, but I need someone with your... particular set of skills to help me bring it all together."

Tiz's eyes lock onto Jax, her voice low and urgent. "Will you join me, Jaxale? Will you be the catalyst for change, that our city so desperately needs?"

Tiz's smile grows wider, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I knew you were the right one, Jaxale. You have a reputation for being untouchable, but I think I've just touched you in a way, that no one else has."  She takes a step closer, her voice husky. "You see, I've been watching you, studying your moves, your tactics. And I knew exactly which buttons to press to make you interested."

Tiz's hand reaches out, her fingers tracing the outline of a small tattoo on Jax's neck. "This symbol, for instance. I knew it was a sign of your loyalty to your own code, your own sense of justice."

Her eyes lock onto his, her gaze intense. "I knew that if I could just show you that our goals align, that our sense of justice is the same... then you would be mine."

The air between them crackles, the silence thick with anticipation. It's clear that Tiz has played her cards perfectly, and Jax is hooked.

This made Jax kind of nervous, he was used to running and commanding all operations and usually thinking circles and people. He decided to not think and just grab her up. Two responses were possible, either she would fight or soften, allowing him to be dominant in the situation... for a change. He was ok with either option.

Tiz's eyes flash with surprise as Jaxale's arms wrap around her, pulling her close. For a moment, she tenses, her body rigid with anticipation. Then, to Jax's surprise, she relaxes into his embrace, her body softening against his.

She doesn't fight or resist; instead, she melts into his hold, her head tilting back to expose her neck. Her eyes locked on his, her gaze vulnerable and inviting.

Jax's heart races, as he feels a surge of adrenaline and desire. He's taken control, and Tiz has surrendered to his dominance. The power dynamic shifts, and for once, Jaxale feels like he's the one calling the shots.

Tiz's voice is barely a whisper. "I've been waiting for you to take charge, Jaxale."

Jaxale's lips hover over Tiz's, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace. The outcome is far from certain, but one thing is clear: their lives will never be the same again.