By the time the day ended, nothing had been accomplished. They hadn't settled on roles, hadn't choreographed a single step as a team.
It was a disaster.
Cain left the practice room with a storm brewing in his chest, frustration burning hot. His jaw clenched as he made his way back to CROSS HQ, his thoughts a whirlpool of anger and disappointment.
They were wasting time. Worse, they were sabotaging their own chances without even realizing it.
When he arrived at the headquarters, the building felt eerily quiet. Joker, Bones, and the rest of the gang hadn't returned yet from raiding that warehouse where the Silver Serpent posers were currently staying.
Cain had ordered the hit himself, a necessary move to secure their territory and eliminate those posers once and for all.
He trusted them to get the job done, but the emptiness of the HQ added to his agitation.