Within minutes, most of the black suits dispersed, somehow taking all the unconscious bodies with them. Only a discreet handful lingered, positioned far enough away that they blended into the surrounding streets while still keeping watch over the area.
Or so they thought.
Not long after, a battered old car rattled into view. Its engine sounded like it was moments away from retirement. Ethan heard it coming from a mile away, literally, and he knew exactly whose car it was.
Mark climbed out before even switching it off completely.
And while things had been mostly cleared out, he couldn't help but notice that something was off. The area was too quiet, and nothing like it had been outside the Black Howl, but even if not for Ethan and Elara, there was nobody outside.
Well, apart from two men dressed like they're in a spy movie trying to look inconspicuous. It was the opposite of wearing a hoodie to a wedding, and they stood out like sore thumbs.
