There were fewer than two days left until the planned mission to the Village of Fool of Baals.
Concord remained just as gloomy, and the heavy gray clouds didn't let a single ray of sunlight through.
*Vroooom…* At that moment, a black motorcycle, looking like the very peak of aerodynamics, pulled up in front of a familiar building.
Mr. Nobody parked it in a small alley and stowed his helmet in the bike's storage compartment.
The cat lazily shifted from his lap to his shoulder.
"Here we are again…"
He was wearing his usual motorcycle jacket with the old Black Gold patch. He never wore the wolf suit to a place like this.
Approaching the entrance, he glanced at the neon sign bearing the building's name with a smirk.
"Black Partisan Bar"
"Hah…" he smiled wearily and shook his head. "And that old man keeps talking about their 'perfect cover'."
"Meow…"
"Yes, kitty, this is where the Partisans of Darkness ended up… Or rather, what's left of them."
