"Why wouldn't they be? Makes no sense to be miserable just because other people have it better. In places like Downtown people just learn to make the best of what's available" A CPD guard approached, he looked rather young, perhaps around Zhackie's age, the uniform even seemed to be about 2 sizes too small. "The commissioner wants a word, he wouldn't tell me why though" He said with a hint of apprehension in his tone. He nervously looked at the man with a wolf mask. "He can go too" ((Here's this to explain Zhackie's Downtown street cred: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/140280500/0/0/1)) ((Oh and, are you up for an event? Not right now, but soon just in case more people want to join))

"The Commish...you're friends with him", I said in surprise. (I get it, you're like a street free lancer doing work for pay) ((It's 2am, I plan on going to bed before 3 lol. Nothing too long))

He smiles "Not friends, he'd never approve of the term being used to describe us. More like acquaintances" He turns to face the guard. "Guess I have an audience with the Downtown commissioner then" ((Perfect, I'll have it set up by the time you probably wake. Like I said it doesn't have to be now))

[b]I disappear[/b] Telepathically [b]-I'll leave you to the commissioner, besides he'd be disappointed to see the vigilante who ruins his parade-[/b]