Damon got out of the cab, standing in front of the community hall. The bright sunlight hit him, casting a warm light over the scene.
He stretched his arms, feeling the weight of his kit in the plastic bag slung over his shoulder.
He paid the driver, handing over the fare with a nod of thanks. The driver took the money, his eyes flicking to the plastic bag before returning to the road.
Damon turned to face the community hall, his eyes scanning the building.
He walked towards the entrance, his feet echoing off the pavement. The guards stood at the door, their eyes watchful and alert. They patted him down, their hands moving quickly and efficiently over his body.
Damon stood still, his arms raised as the guards checked him for any prohibited items. He felt a sense of calm wash over him, his focus fixed on the fight ahead.
