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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 — the p.i
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𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 a rough place during the day, let alone at night, fights breaking out, drunks stumbling their way around and trying to follow the scent of alcohol and morons being well, morons. Though for someone like Olivia Hale, that just made her life more exciting.
Many of the streetlights didn't work, or they'd flicker in an out of tune melody as she walked beneath them, shards of glass crunching beneath the heels of her boots as she made her way back to the hotel she was staying in. She took her time walking out in the open without a care in the world as she caught up with her brother over the phone.
"I'm on my way back to the hotel, are you sure you don't need my help back there?" The brunette questioned her older brother, Derek, once again.
On the other end of the phone, he chuckled. "No Liv, it's just another Kanima. We have it handled."
The twenty-seven-year-old scoffed out a laugh as she crossed the road, the hotel she was staying merely seven minutes away. "Der, the last time you had a run-in with a Kanima you almost drowned in a pool with Stiles."
"Please don't remind me."
"I'm your sister, it's what I do."
"Don't I know —" His voice faded away as her hearing picked up the sound of yelling and gunshots, not entirely uncommon in Hell's Kitchen, but that particular area had been relatively quiet during her stay, her enhanced hearing having to strain to even catch the sound of a bar fight.
"Der, I have to go."
"I heard gunshots, everything okay?"
"I'm not sure, I'm gonna go and check it out."
"Just — Just be careful, after those invasions, New York isn't looking so great." The elder Hale constantly kept up to date with everything Hell's Kitchen, just as Olivia did with Beacon Hills, neither of them willing to lose yet another family member; after all, there were only four of them left.
"You too. I'll call you later, love you, Buster."
He snorted at the nickname, "Yeah, yeah, I love you too, Liv. Later."
She quickly pocketed her phone and ducked into an ally, her boot-clad foot falling into a puddle and splashing grimy water onto her black jeans, she rolled her eyes at herself and hopped over the puddle, leaning her back against the wall and tilting her head as she focused on the sounds around her.
