The first light of dawn hadn't yet reached the safehouse, but I was already awake, making preparation for the day.
The room was quiet except for the faint sound of leather sliding against fabric as I adjusted the fitted black coat around my body frame.
The material was matte black, reinforced seams ran along the shoulders and ribs, subtle enough to go unnoticed but strong enough to protect against a blade if things went wrong. The trousers were cut narrow, tucked into dark tactical boots with flexible soles.
Gloves covered my hands, and around my face sat a new mask. Simpler and sharper. Nothing like the sculpted one I had worn on the auction night. This one was designed for one purpose. To hide my facial features completely. Even the slightest tilt of my head would reveal nothing.
