The 36th District bullpen wasn’t that crowded, but guys seemed agitated, restless.
If it was full up it could be a nightmare, guys fighting, sweat and blood spraying on you and no room to move.
Echo looked around, see if he recognized anyone.
Some faces, no names to go with ‘em.
At least it was cool in this basement, where the precincts dumped the guys who…
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