Wouter arrived at Basement One in half an hour from Tiel's mansion, and he was fifteen minutes late for his appointment with Avond. Still, he didn't care. From the corner of his eye, he could see that Avond's car was parked in its usual place, right next to where he had parked his van.
He walked past his men, whom he had known for years now; their less-than-enthused wave of a hand greeted him as he went.
Everything was just as usual: that one light flickering, that one door never closed, and the sobs of men crying in their holding cell graced his ears.
Yet, nothing felt the same. Nothing felt familiar. A detachment Wouter didn't see coming, but felt all the same.
He knocked on Avond's door, who told him to come in.
"So, you're late," Avond mentioned without looking up.
To this, Wouter wanted to flip the table in front of Avond and then yell at him for not showing any concern.
