Kain watched as Scorn fired her own ball of shadow into the ground causing a mass amount of shadowy gas to engulf the room in black. Kain covered his eyes for a second from the darkness and then when he moved his arm, she was gone. Interesting, thought Kain. Looks like tonight will take an intriguing turn. He then opens the piece of paper giving to him by her. It was the address of the rendezvous point tonight and also the address of the bar for which he’ll get the Intel. He smiles and closes the piece of paper in his hand and places it back in his pocket. It’s time to go visit a certain bar for a drink and a chat. He dissipates into the nearby sink and proceeds to make his way to the bar via the usual Chlorine system.

Kain reappears in the alleyway just outside the bar. He needs to keep his powers out of sight as the whole city is on a manhunt for someone with similar abilities. He walks slowly out of the alley way with his hood down. If he had his hood up then he would be recognizable from the news reports. He keeps his hands in his pockets and enters the bar. It was just like your everyday bar really. It had smokers on the outside, talkative people on the inside and had the same stench of alcohol and peanuts. He hates these kinds of public places because he always knew eventually someone will try and talk with him like they’re the best of friends. It is a place infested with catalysts for his temper. However, he wants to get the information and get out. As much as he would love to kick the crap out of every single patron, he can’t. He needs to keep focused on the goal. He proceeded to take a seat at the bar on his own. Not far from him was a man with dark hair speaking with some blonde girl. On his back are the words “One Man Wolf Pack”. Kain just shook his head at this and chuckled mockingly. What kind of egotistical idiot feels the need to describe themselves as “a lone wolf”? Is it just to look cool? His anger started to boil but he took a deep breath and suppresses it. A fat bartender walked up to him with a sense of arrogance and sass. He was wearing sheds and his walk carried a bit of swag. 

“Why hey there buddy. What’ll it be?” Kain just rolled his eyes and replied with a quiet, “Beer”. The man then brought a bottle of their finest pish and handed it to Kain. He didn’t reply with a thank you, he just started drinking it peacefully. The fat man in shades went towards the couple near him and started talking to them. Kain sat in his seat stirring about where Scorn’s agent was. He wants that information but he’s not sure if the agent actually managed to get the information from the bar owner. Kain’s mind started to wonder whether or not he should be the one to retrieve the information. It would make his life much easier if he just did it his won way. While contemplating taking his own route of doing things, the dark haired man near him then suddenly jumped on top of the bar and started foolishly quoting Don Quixote like he was some sort of Shakespearean actor. The man was degrading the great literature like some common drunkard. He even nearly knocked over his rink but thankfully his questionable balance saved his arse from being pummelled like the victim of a debt collector. Kain just closed his eyes and counted to five. The anger was boiling hotter than a Brazilian dancer during Carnival. He opened his eyes, took a deep breath and another gulp of his so-called beer. He’s going to get that information one way or another, hopefully without starting another racket. The last thing he needs is witnesses describing to the police what he looks like. He continues to drink his bear in his own solitary space, waiting semi-patiently for his coveted Syndicate information.