I waited for the two to emerge from the shop. We had decided to head back to the lair and report to our leader. Technically, it wasn't necessary since the leader probably already knew, but for the sake of convenience, we were heading back there.
After a few minutes, both of them finally stepped out. They had shed their shop uniforms and were now in battle gear.
Mr. Conrad's machete hung menacingly from his hip, and Miss Arianne wielded a metallic stick, a device capable of morphing into a bow with a simple press of a button. I had already switched into my own gear – brown jeans, a snug black undershirt, and a sleek black leather jacket. Twin holsters adorned my waist, each housing a lethal firearm.
As we prepared to embark on our journey back to the lair, Miss Arianne's voice cut through the air, questioning my decision to accompany them.
"Are you sure you want to join us in heading to the base?" she inquired, her words laced with a hint of curiosity.
