The dawn's faint light had just descended, and the surging steam was frozen by the cold, clinging to the buildings on the street, everything covered in tiny frost, swallowed by the cold wind.
The pitch-black carriage stopped at the doorstep of 121A Cork Street, Joey and Red Falcon sat in the carriage waiting for Lorenzo, Merlin's actions were swift, Lorenzo had only agreed yesterday and today he sent people to pick him up. Lorenzo quickly dressed, taking up his sword and gun.
"I told you there's no need to be so cautious."
Red Falcon looked at Lorenzo's undisguised Winchester, anyone unaware might think Lorenzo was going to kill someone.
"Just a little security addition."
Lorenzo replied, sitting on the other side.
The pitch-black carriage slowly accelerated, and then the horses snorted white breath as they galloped on the streets of Old Dunling.
