Bab 125: 122: Predictable creatures; more reliable than him?

Beta'd by SnowyEgrett

From a desolate building under construction, a man clad in all black emerged, hands stuffed in his pockets as he all but glided out of the place.

As soon as he stepped out of the iron gate, a black car with tinted windows pulled up in front of him. The man paused, walking to the door, he slipped into the back seat and got comfortable.

Leaning into the leather seat of the sedan, the man let out an audible sigh, knocking the back of his head against the headrest as he murmured something to himself.

Pressing his fingers on his eyelids, the man sighed again, his other hand reaching for the peaked cap as he pulled it off his head.

The cap was followed by the black mask and glasses, dropped carelessly by his side as the car drove away.

At the front, the driver chanced a glance behind himself through the front camera as his passenger's gaze moved, meeting his own.