Alex looked through the window, and saw a percular person. He was tall and olived skinned but what truly stood out was the scar on his face.
It was a long scar that started from the right of forehead to his left cheek. It seemed like quite a grusome wound. It not like he had;n't seen injured people before but he still found injury interesting.
He brought one of his hands forward and touched the window. He prested on the window forcefully and opened the window quietly.
When the window was fully opened he went through it and slightly decended to the ground. He was alart when his feet reached the ground.
The landing was louder than he expected, but after remaining silent and not moving an inch for a few minutes. He released a sign and moved slightly to the nearest crate.
The crate was more than big enough to hide his entirer form. He slightly peeked around the crate. "When is the guy going to get here?" one of the thugs said "It already been half an hour".
"Don't worry he should be here soon" the bold guy with the scar said. From the looks of it he seemed to be the leader. Alex wanted to deal with them quickly but stopped when he heard what they said.
It appeared that they were waiting for something. He felt thankful for the Darkvision he had. If not he would of had a difficult time seeing them.
Suddenly there was knock, he looked over to were the sound was coming from. He saw the door of the warehouse shaking and could tell that was where the knocking was coming from.
The knocking continued until one of the thugs walked up to the door and opened it. Alexander tried to make out the person's identity but was unable to.
The person in question wore a long black robe with a hood covering thier head. After failing to identify them he attempted to find any kind of identifying feature.
But he failed to find anything, the person wore a long sleeve top, black gloves and a Silver ring with a blue jewel on it. The person was in complete secrecy.
The person gave him a uncomfortable feeling. Which was unusual, he usually trusted his feelings but the feeling he was getting from the person was unusual, it was the same type of feeling he got when nearing a corpse.
The mysterious individual walked up to them and gave them slight greeting. "Good evening gentleman." The men noded their heads in unison.
Alex was close by lisining to them, he heard the voice and it sounded like a man's. He found something odd about the man's voice, it was hard to put into words.
It was more like a feeling, when the man spoke he shivered slightly, and felt cold running down his spine. It was unusual feeling.
Alexander could feel his hands beneath the gloves getting wet, he was sweating. He felt fear, fear of the unknown person beneath that hood. He felt unusual, it had been a long time since he felt this feeling.
Although he was fearful of the man, he was also curious as to his identity. After greeting them he said in a soft voice. "Since we're all here should we get down to business?"
The bald man with the scar stepped forward and took out a pouch from his side and handed it to the man in black. When the man received the money he tossed it around a few times, and when he was satisfied he put the pouch away and lifted his right hand.
The blue jewel on the ring started to glow and before anyone could react, a wooden box appeared in the man's hand. He handed the box the scarfaced man.