Dusk. Sung Chei had been watching the building for a long while. He knew what many didn't, that one of Elbion's crime lords trafficked slaves through this building. And while it wasn't a safehouse where the trafficked slaves were kept. It was used for logging the numbers and overviews of each individual slave, and they were organised and stored there.
He wasn't after any specific slave, he was after the operation and all of their records. And so he waited for the opportune moment. He would get in, get the locations of their camps and auctions, and get out.
A shadow. Hidden in the cloudy night but not invisible, not to him. The figure sat on a rooftop, much like he, and looked at the same building. He or she looked to do as he did or rob the place, either way they were either a potential ally or an enemy. But the figure went to his target building first, and he would have to be smart about how he gave chase.
He wasn't after any specific slave, he was after the operation and all of their records. And so he waited for the opportune moment. He would get in, get the locations of their camps and auctions, and get out.
A shadow. Hidden in the cloudy night but not invisible, not to him. The figure sat on a rooftop, much like he, and looked at the same building. He or she looked to do as he did or rob the place, either way they were either a potential ally or an enemy. But the figure went to his target building first, and he would have to be smart about how he gave chase.