The man srolled along the side of the lake as the rain beat down all around him. He watched as families huddled inside the little shelters and pedestrians darted about with newspapers on their heads or under umbrellas to escape the downpour. His black hair clung to him, obscuring most of his face. His cold, animalistic eyes took in everything around him. He was just hoping that the rain would not deter Needles from making it out to see him.

   He had spoken to him only briefly and didn't really give him much of an indication as to why he wanted to see him. He just made sure to stress that it was important and reminded him once again that he still owed him for saving his **** in that **** ambush. He had ended up losing his legs dragging his skinny **** to safety. That damned roadside bomb. It would all be okay soon though. If things worked out right, he'd be sitting on a beach, thousands of miles from here, and laughing about how he'd pulled it off.