"In the eye's of our people, Cole is viewed as what he's not." The Mayor grumbled beneath the starry veil of night.
Meanwhile....
Cole was floating in the clouds, mentally. As usual, he tried to get a wink of sleep, but the day's events replayed constantly in his head.
'Was there a better way to convince her?' he wondered, gazing at the alignment of the shining stars.
Being robbed of sleep was gradually becoming the norm for Cole. Though he didn't like it, his body was beginning to react negatively to the new situations. Back in his mercenary days, he would receive various missions that required several nights of observation.
But then, the act of staying awake to accomplish a goal and being sleep-deprived from worry or anxiety were two very different concepts.
Out of boredom, Cole forced himself up and stood by the edge of the building, surveying the city with his eyes.
