Who: Jessica Drew, open to others (Street Heroes could be fun.) What: Open up shop Where: Drew Private Investigations When: Lunchtime. Rating: TBD Status: Open/Incomplete.
Her office was a shitty little room in a low-rent part of town for two reasons: that was where the work was and that what she could afford. Enough of her safe houses were liquidated to fund the Righteous Revolution that losing another for this felt a bad plan. And, if her recent clients were any hint of what was to come, moving up wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Still, she thought with a mouthful of poc chuc, being fed wasn't too bad a way to get paid for finding lost papers. Whatever Mrs. Flores put in these were amazing, was it grandmotherly guilt or something? She put her boots up on the edge of her desk and kept eating.