Faint sounds of firearms being cocked echoed under the silent cover of falling snow.
In the distance, the low mechanical clanking of an approaching vehicle could be heard.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the slowly nearing car, a light-colored autonomous taxi with its windows and windshield set to privacy mode, making it impossible to see the passengers inside.
On the dilapidated street, this was the only car, moving slowly through the snow.
Galod leaned against the door, his gaze firmly locked on the approaching taxi, a slight frown on his brow, his fingers pinching a cigarette that burned with sparks amidst the drifting snowflakes.
The taxi's speed was steady, inching forward, and everyone's tension increased with the slow advance of the car.
Eventually, the car stopped in front of the bar, and the cigarette in Galod's hand had burned down to the end.
He flicked the cigarette butt away, the dying embers drawing a dancing arc through the air.
