Shen (Assassin hired by Oran Fennel) POV
The wind was sharp this high up.
Even with the concrete barrier in front of them, the occasional gust cut across the rooftop like a cold knife.
Below, the streets of Central Sector moved at a steady pace.
The sun had set an hour ago, and the sky still held a faint, dark blue tint. It was quiet now.
Two men stood near the edge of the rooftop, their coats flapping gently in the wind.
"Still can't believe we took this one," Rael muttered, rubbing his hands together to stay warm. "Fennel Corp's out of its mind if they think this is worth the trouble."
Rael was Lean, silver-haired, with a cigarette between his fingers that had been lit and forgotten.
His tone wasn't nervous, just annoyed. He looked to be in his late fifties.
The younger assassin beside him didn't reply.
He was crouched near the ledge, watching the street through a long-range lens fixed to his left eye.
Rael glanced at him and let out a small scoff.
