West zipped the bag shut. "You're the guide so obviously, I'll still pay you since you did your job. But this outcome was already pre planned."
He looked toward the hotel window, watching the sun slowly disappear beneath Orizon City's skyline.
Darkness spread across the slums like an old friend returning home.
West quietly placed the mask on and got into his dark clothes. "Night operations are always easier."
Sammy swallowed. "You really intend to go back?"
West walked toward the hotel door with a calm an unwavering expression.
"I'm not going back as a customer," he proceeded to open the door. "This time..."
"I'm going as the man who's taking them away."
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The moon hung low over Orizon City's skyline, barely illuminating the depths of the slums.
The district had changed completely from how it looked during the day.
If daytime revealed poverty, night revealed monsters.
