In the suburbs of Los Angeles, Damien strolled through the sidewalk, gazing upon the repetition of houses and mowed lawns. When he expected a hiding spot.
The first thing that came to mind was an abandoned warehouse or a dilapidated and forgotten home. But to think that his juniors would be living a good life in the suburbs.
Well, Echidna did have the money and capability to acquire the real estate, so it was to be expected.
Feeling the gaze of random people, Damien stared back, his eyebrows raised. When did Los Angeles become so peculiar? Wasn't it supposed to be the dreaming city of the West Coast?
He shook his head and threw the thought to the back of his mind. It didn't take long for him to reach the supposed location of the rendezvous point.
Looking at the normal two-story house, Damien tipped his fedora forward and walked towards the front porch. He knocked on the door three times, not giving the doorbell any heed.
