Twelve minutes before midnight
Logan Vornika a Gerard were on their way to the Blackshore bar, the streets were empty the only people that were around were the homeless. sleeping on the sides of the street
"How do you know that Angus didn't set you up?" Veronika turned to Logan, he was in a short linen shirt with a loose trouser and his old black leather shoes. her expression shifted slightly her eyes softened then turned sharp as she answered
"I don't know, this is all we have. we don't have any other clues on finding the hideout of that mob." She stated as she ran her hands through her slik-like soft Crimson hair.
The three entered the bar, at first they were expecting some attack but the bar had a handful of people. The three split up and sat in different seats Logan sat somewhere close to a door while Gerard sat near a window. Veronika sat at the counter, while she waited for the clock to hit midnight she ordered a few drinks.
