April 8, 2231, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Apartment of Erik Blackwell
April 8, 2231, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Apartment of Erik BlackwellJia was curled up on the couch. Her mind was cloudy with sleep, but she had not bothered to head to the bedroom. Erik had already gone to sleep, but something in the back of her mind had been weighing on her, rousing her to restlessness every time she tried to lie down. She’d never been one for artificial sleep interventions, having found that the problem would generally sort itself out if she kept everything else steady in her life.
Despite the chaotic nature of field operations, she didn’t find them inherently upsetting. There was a certain almost soothing routine in waiting for Alina, receiving a lead, and then going to investigate
