Due to the recent ceasefire with the Three Axe gang, Ezra had focused his efforts on the Red Orphans gang. There's no way he's spending the week waiting around for Macmillan. Besides, it's Malachi's gang.
Tonight, he had a specific target in mind. He walked into a dark bar, the air thick with smoke and the hum of low conversations. Dressed in his dark suit and overcoat, he wore his mask, the identifying mark of the boogeyman prominently displayed.
Ezra took a seat at the bar, his presence immediately drawing the attention of the barman. He ordered a drink, his voice low and steady. The barman's eyes widened as he recognized the mask, his mouth opening to alert the gang members lounging around.
