Nico
Night had fallen a long time ago, and it was so close to midnight that the night cold had seeped into the air.
Martin stood beside me wearing a black jacket, but I couldn't be bothered. Winter was coming, but there should still be about two months before the snow started.
Looking down from the rooftop we both stood on, we stared at the building right opposite the one where we stood.
"Are you sure?" Martin asked the second time around, and my glare was enough of an answer as he picked out his phone from his pocket and began dialing a number, speaking into it.
"You can go ahead and attack!" he said into the phone before ending the call and shoving the phone back into his pocket.
My gaze was focused more on the building in front of me though. It was a mansion, and entering the estate had been a hassle, but not as much as I expected.
Which said a lot about the success of the mission, something I did not foresee.
