Gabriel
As I was on my way home, Allen contacted me asking if I could drop by sometime today to go over more of the plans for the party Black Jack was hosting. My good mood soured considerably at this request. Allen was most times hard to swallow. His mannerisms and ways of handling situations were lacking greatly and I knew by the end of this meeting, I would be beyond frustrated with him. Grumbling, I turned back towards town wondering if he had also heard back from Conny.
When I turned onto Allen’s block, I saw an unfamiliar truck with extraordinarily tinted windows. Tinted so dark and accompanied by a spell to hinder even the best of immortals from seeing within. Whoever was inside that truck really didn’t want anyone knowing who they were, which piked m
