The old man, Agustin, ended the call and stepped out of the sleek black car. The air in the hallway was stale and cool. He gave a single, sharp nod to the men he had stationed near Orion's building before he began the climb up the worn concrete stairs, his footsteps echoing with a heavy, deliberate rhythm. He stood for a moment in front of the decaying apartment door, his face a mask of grim resolve. He knocked, a firm, deliberate sound.
The door creaked open to reveal Orion, a half-eaten piece of toast in his mouth, a college textbook tucked under his arm. He saw the old man and his casual morning posture stiffened, a flicker of tension in his eyes.
The door creaked open to reveal Orion, a half-eaten piece of toast in his mouth, a college textbook tucked under his arm. He saw the old man and his casual morning posture stiffened, a flicker of tension in his eyes. He recognized him instantly—Agustin, He worked for Franz he has meet him few times related to Kane family business.
