A day of the long holiday, he found himself in the back of a coffee shop. He puffed one last smoke before he tossed it to the ground and stepped on it. Then the back door opened revealing the man he was waiting for. He has been waiting for almost an hour and he's so pissed he might be able to land a punch on him but he has to avoid that. For now.
"Hello, Karl," he greeted at the man wearing a uniform. He was putting the trash.
Karl Mendoza looked at him questioningly for a few moments before a look of recognition crossed his face.
"You--" Before Matt could even mutter something, he pushed him to the wall.
"Do you remember me?"
He grinned as he saw horror cross on Karl's face. That's right. You should be scared.
"I'll take that as a yes." He stood straight and took another cigar
