“It’s the middle of the bloody night, who the hell is setting a meeting at this time..” murmured Zeke, shivering against the cold of the night as he dutifully surveyed the surroundings on top of the skyscraper.
“All good,” he said into his mouthpiece, and watched as the sleek, black helicopter touched down on the rooftop helipad. The faint whirring of the blades gradually quieted, and the cold wind whipped through the high-altitude space, causing the lights of the city below to shimmer. The figure of Sebastian emerged, looking positively rested and well refreshed, the effects of his massive hangover more or less gone now.
Sebastian descended with the confidence of a man who knew he was always in control. Matthew, carrying a briefcase, followed him closely, his face focused and alert. The
