@magnetbby
It was one of those bitter windy nights. The kind of night where that cold biting wind came off from the harbor, making your nose so cold it stung. He hated it. The coffee he bought as an over priced hand warmer had already gone tepid. He couldn't keep himself from wondering if it was worth it as he reached for his pack of cigarettes. Not just because it was cold, he'd swim in that sludge he called the Harbor in a blizzard if it meant a good story. It was the moral implications that made him hesitate. Yeah, he did this because he wanted to get the truth out there. Make sure that the morons that just by into all the fear mongering get a swift kick in the ass to make them remember the world isn't in black and white; even if his news paper was.
He tapped his carton on his hand loosening his greatest vice before sliding one between his lips. As he felt around for his matches - no lighter today, couldn't risk bringing any more metal here if this went wrong - he kept reminding him that he wasn't stalking that woman, Polaris, but was just engaging in investigative journalism, but that didn't make him feel much better about tailing a girl around for the past week. Probably looked like a pervert.
His thoughts briefly cleared as a dim glow over took him and his corner of the the auto yard with a crackle and a hiss as he let his match, using his hand to save it from the wind. He held the smoldering cgarette between his teeth as he he shook out his watch and dropped it on the ground; he'd pick it up when it cooled off.
He took a long deep drag as the warmth filled his lungs making him feel remotely thawed; he almost didn't want to let it out, but oxygen won in the end. "What are you doing, Urich?" He sighed to himself as he was surrounded in a halo of smoke.