“I wonder what that damned cat has to talk about this late at night that’s so important?” Garin mumbled to himself, placing a hand over his mouth to cover a yawn as he walked across the docks, away from the lights of public houses and shops, towards the warehouses that touched the sands of the beach beneath the wharf. There, the moonlight and lights of the port mixed on the sand and on the walls of the last warehouse that stood along the docks, the spot where Sea Cat had requested he meet her.
Which was a bit out of the blue. He hadn’t seen her in months. He assumed, being an agent, that she was on a mission as per usual when she disappeared like she did… all the same, she usually would just show up and join with them again for some time before having to leave on duty, or whatever she referred to it as. She had never asked him to meet her in this kind of fashion, and the thought of it possibly being a trap had crossed his mind, a risk it would have to take