xxi can take all that you can give
xxit’s survival of the sickest
xxi am not afraid, bring the pain
xxwhat doesn’t kill me makes me vicious
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He changed into a hoodie and leggings, quickly double checking his safe and making sure that everything there was untouched. She struggled to find anything that they could have gone for. His paranoia levels were set to extreme, he told himself. He could be imagining it.
He spent the afternoon sketching, drawing up suit designs both for himself and for Markus. Even though he hadn't gotten any explicit directions from Markus, he almost already knew what Markus would have wanted. Simple. Black. Stylish. He sketched two outfits for himself. One for Lucian Mitchell, and one for Maelstrom. The Maelstrom one was designed to allow him to fight; forgiving material, hidden pockets for weapons, and as plain as he dared get. The evening grew dark around him, and soon it was time to leave. He set up an alarm system before he left, one that would notify him on his phone and make as much of a racket as possible if somebody as much as stepped too heavy outside his apartment. He brought his laptop and all of his important files with him in his backpack, as well as a few bottles of water and snacks.
He pulled his hair in to a ponytail and pulled his hood up over his head, buried his hands in his pockets, and kept his head down as he made his way across town. This late, he wasn't taking any chances. He didn't intend on using knives with Markus, too much risk. But he still kept a knife clutched tight in his pocket as he walked.
He reached the spot and looked around. He could already tell that there was someone there, and he dumped his bag. "Hello, Markus," he called, grinning.