Max sat at the table on the patio, sipping a warm beer and listening to the sounds of the city about him. It was a busy time here at Pascal’s Pub. He waved at a fly buzzing about his head. Bored.
Suki came through the crowd of people carrying a few beers. She plopped them down on the table and took a seat.
Max took the last pull from the bottle he had and replaced it with a full one, “Everything set for this evening?” he asked her.
"Gabriel 7 and 8 will be waiting for us," she told him. She glanced around the city and marveled at the ancient architecture about her. "Such a pretty place."
"Pretty and deadly," Max stated. He reached for the pack of Nails and noticed he had one left. It was the only pack he had left as well, apparently someone had ninja’d four of them right before his eyes.
"This doesn’t bode well," Suki said.