Just a few blocks from the convention center, a young man sat perched on the edge of a towering building as his black sweatpants and red sweatshirt flapped lightly in the afternoon breeze. His white sneakers dangled off the ledge as he leaned forward and his sharp gaze locked on the glowing convention center in the distance.
"Hrmm…"
He ran a hand through his crimson hair and his lips curved into a faint smirk as he muttered to himself.
"Alright… focus."
The moment the word left his lips, a red, viscous substance seeped out of his right ear to creep along his face before forming into a sleek, high-tech scope over his left eye.
The scope buzzed to life and shifted through layers of visuals until it locked onto a target inside the convention center—a young woman stepping out of a changing room in a freshly donned super suit.
"Brigid…" he exhaled slowly.
Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved his phone and dialed a number.
