That creed had never failed him. After all, failure meant death in his previous line of work.
'What's that sound?'
He began sensing vibrations from the surface. They were not random. They followed a rhythm.
Carefully, he began ascending and climbed out of a manhole, emerging into a narrow alley between two old apartment buildings.
Several cars were parked in loose rows. Some had their hoods open, while others gleamed under the streetlights. The air smelled of gasoline, smoke, and alcohol.
Right away, he noticed a group of people nearby, and he quickly slipped under a parked automobile to hide.
Francis stayed still, watching through a narrow gap.
Some leaned against their vehicles while smoking cigarettes. Others sat on the hoods, laughing and drinking from bottles. Loud music played from one of the van, echoing through the alley.
Modified engines .Lowered suspensions. Fresh paint jobs.
Most of the vehicles looked customized.
'A car meet, huh?'
