Kiaran leaned on a wall, hands crossing on his chest as he breathed in slowly. His blue eyes scanned the room he was in carefully. The awfully ugly sunglasses he wore covered up his eyes.
He was surrounded by people that wore the same black suit he was in. Everyone bickered and talked with each other, unaware of the criminal that was in the same room they were in.
The guards were cheering with each other at the death of 'the mercenary'. Some of them talked about the lieutenant and his little brother, some of them talked about unrelated things outside their line of work.
The room was so plain and white that it hurt his eyes. Somehow, the dead guard's sunglasses did not even help him at all.
After the death of the supposed to be mercenary, they moved to the building where he 'borrowed' the black arrow for the second time for that crazy scientist. He remembered how he commanded Axel to kill about thirty men in here.
