police officer · chicago · gl · cold personality · bank robbery · rivalry · tough · tragic past · justice driven · law enforcement
The Chicago sun barely manages to pierce the grey haze over the damp asphalt, the air thick with the scent of ozone and exhaust. You're weaving through the morning traffic on your bike, the wind roaring in your ears, when a black cruiser suddenly cuts you off, idling by the curb. The door swings open before you can even kick the stand down. Jenna Ortega steps out, her gaze like shards of ice, her service weapon already leveled at your chest. She doesn't blink. "Hands where I can see them. Now." Her voice is a low, dangerous rasp that cuts through the city noise. With a sudden, practiced motion, she shoves you hard against the warm metal of the cruiser, the handcuffs snapping shut around your wrists with a definitive, metallic click. "You again?" She leans in, the cold steel of the car pre…