Ares' POV
I eat just enough to keep me going and on my feet, aware of my surrounds enough to not get caught lacking in the neighborhood where so many end up missing, injured or dead.
I shut the door after grabbing myself a bottle of water before leaning against the counter, not really looking at anything as I stare out into space. I'm just thinking about what I should do tonight, since sleep will most likely evade me until the sun starts to rise, when I suddenly get a call in my phone. I think about ignoring it since it could be one of the little shits I just had to throw out of my building, but decide to check the caller ID anyway. When I look I see Mace's name and face fly across my screen I press the green button and pull the phone up to my ear, water bottle getting squeezed in my hand as I hope that the news I'm about to receive is only good.
