Chapter 7
***Nite's POV***
He stood at the table loading rounds of hollow point 9mm' into his magazine; his glock-19 freshly cleaned after the encounter he had the day before. Clenching his jaws, a sign of softness momentarily crossed his expression before fading into coldness. As he loaded the last round, he slammed the magazine into the gun, jamming a round that was ready to fire. Tucking the gun into his holster and covering it with his jacket, he walked to the door and opened it, walking out with a presence that radiated, ‘I'm ready for another go’.
He walked down the road still wet from the rain as his footsteps echoed, he looked around as the streets were dark and empty. His dark eyes scanned the area around him with a menacing expression that even buzzards wou
