Two days later, at night.
Aiden stood atop the clock tower in the old city district, gazing down at the abandoned dock below.
"That bungalow with the white roof is Borbo's office. He spends every Saturday night there, dealing with the accounts submitted by his territory," Veronica said, standing beside him and pointing it out to him, "According to the informant, he's there right now, and there are about a dozen people inside and outside the office..."
"The villains and the supporting actors are all in place," Aiden nodded and handed his staff to Veronica, "It's time for the lead to make an entrance."
Unlike other days, today he wasn't wearing his uniform, but instead, he was dressed in night travel gear, with a wide hooded cloak covering his entire body.
"Is it really okay?" Veronica asked with concern.
