[Tens of Miles Away — The High District]
Madurai sat on the ledge of a skyscraper roof, his legs dangling over the abyss of the city. The wind whipped at his cloak, but he remained statue-still, his enhanced vision locked on the factory building miles away in the Southern District.
"What is keeping that old man this long?" He asked with a frown, staring at the microscopic figures of the cops below the distant factory.
The sound of flapping wings cut through the wind. A swarm of black feathers flew towards him, swirling violently before knitting together to form the curvaceous figure of Angelina. She stepped onto the concrete, her presence oozing a dark elegance.
"How are things going?" She asked, staring at Madurai with a playful smile.
"He isn't back yet... I can't help it, but I'm having a bad feeling." Madurai muttered in a low voice, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the horizon.
