C18 Shots Fired

“How’d the meeting go?”

The rain hasn’t let up since Vin left home, and the constant pitter-patter was starting to irritate him. He fixed Soren with a bored stare.

“Do you even have to ask?” the crime lord replied. “Any news for me?”

Soren smirked as he opened the car door for Vin, droplets of rain wetting his shoulder as he protected his master from the rain