Annoyingly, the rain continued to fall, and it fell hard. Sally soon located an alley that was mostly out of the wind, and she got under an eaves, which helped her stay mostly dry. She thought that she was alone, until she heard a voice speak up.
"Got any smokes?" The voice was male.
"Um, no," she said, deepening her voice out of instinct. "Father always said it was a terrible habit."
"Cut the fake man voice," the person said. "It annoys me when people do that stuff."
"How do you know?" Sally asked.
"Work the job a few years, and you'll hear a lot of people use fake voices, especially those who try to hide their gender or their nationality," the person said. "Besides, I saw the Commander talk to you."
"I didn't know that anyone was listening," said Sally.
"There's always someone listening," the person said. "By now, most every Guard knows that you're a young woman, and that your real name is Sally Butcher. That being said, most will wait until you are ready to tell them yourself. There are no secrets among the Guard, but we are smart enough to respect Privacy."
Sally turned her head, and saw what looked to be a young man, looking at her. He seemed to be in his mid twenties, if that. Still, one couldn't always tell, especially in the cases of human-looking Undead. "So, what's your name?"
"Gareth," the man said. "And if you want to know what I'm doing out here in the rain, ......"
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