Due to the recent ceasefire with the Three Axe gang, Ezra had focused his efforts on the Red Orphans gang. There's no way he's spending the week waiting around for Macmillan. Besides, it's Malachi's gang.
Tonight, he had a specific target in mind. He walked into a dark bar, the air thick with smoke and the hum of low conversations. Dressed in his dark suit and overcoat, he wore his mask, the identifying mark of the boogeyman prominently displayed.
Ezra took a seat at the bar, his presence immediately drawing the attention of the barman. He ordered a drink, his voice low and steady. The barman's eyes widened as he recognized the mask, his mouth opening to alert the gang members lounging around.
Ezra pinned him with a cold and penetrating stare that could be felt even with his eyes obscured from view by the dark lenses of the mask. Ezra subtly shook his head, silencing the barman. The barman got the message and quietly served the drink, placing it in front of Ezra without a word.
