[ As promised, he shows up exactly twenty minutes later. Sharkface is still jumpy around crowds, disliking the noise and press of people on all sides, but he makes do as best he can without armor and only three knives. The weight of them is comforting, even though he keeps them concealed and hasn't had a need to draw them yet.
Give it time. Just give it time.
There's no hiding his face in any meaningful way, but he keeps a hood up when he's out on the street anyway. He pushes it back when he arrives. Sharkface is dressed in cargo pants and a coat over his sweatshirt. One of the first things he bought in this place was a decent pair of steel toed boots and that helps somewhat, until he remembers that it isn't armor and he's stupidly vulnerable like this. Out in the open with only knives and his own instincts to keep him upright. But that's part of the game, and it's one he intends to survive. There's no other choice. He's got a mission to complete.
He knocks his knuckles against the door. ]
Strange, right?
[ Someone who's name is actually more distinctive than his. ]
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Give it time. Just give it time.
There's no hiding his face in any meaningful way, but he keeps a hood up when he's out on the street anyway. He pushes it back when he arrives. Sharkface is dressed in cargo pants and a coat over his sweatshirt. One of the first things he bought in this place was a decent pair of steel toed boots and that helps somewhat, until he remembers that it isn't armor and he's stupidly vulnerable like this. Out in the open with only knives and his own instincts to keep him upright. But that's part of the game, and it's one he intends to survive. There's no other choice. He's got a mission to complete.
He knocks his knuckles against the door. ]
Strange, right?
[ Someone who's name is actually more distinctive than his. ]