Jayden closed the faceplate of his mask, concealing his face once again. Then he continued walking, Penelope following closely beside him.
They moved with lethal synchronization, a pair of apex predators stalking through the neon-lit underbelly of the city. Within minutes, they reached the coordinates.
Crouched on the edge of a low rooftop, they peered over the parapet. Down below, at the entrance of a dead-end alleyway, stood Frost. She was talking to a burly, heavily scarred man with shaved hair. Frost gave the man a firm nod, shook his hand, and they both proceeded deep into the shadows of the alley.
Jayden and Penelope exchanged a glance and silently dropped down from the roof. They slipped into the alley, following after them, while sticking perfectly to the shadows.
The alley was long, bordered by towering, windowless brick walls. It was completely empty. Frost and the burly man had vanished, having already emerged on the other side of the streets.
