The sun hung lowly on the horizon. It was almost dark and the weather was misty. The cloud gray overhead and the air promised rain. The food stall by the side of the bank was filled up by eager patrons who chattered loudly and placed orders of eggs and toast and everything else that the cheap food truck offered. Inside the shed just across the street was Bryan, he was seated on a park bench, under where a bus stop once was but it had been moved to another location and all that was left there was the shed. Beside him was an old lady who was flipping through a newspaper and didn't even bother with his presence. Bryan could sense that was was actually pissed off at something. She had been mumbling something under her breath all through and although he couldn't clearly hear her, he could guess from the phone call that she had made a few minutes ago that she was upset with her niece. "She'll come around, I'm sure she's just going through the adult phase," he offered to her kindly as s

Right in front of Bryan was Nate and he looked like he hadn’t aged a day since he last saw him – and that of course was normal seeing as it was barely a year since the last time they saw each other. “Supreme master,” Nate replied, but there was an edge to his voice, almost like he didn’t care that Bryan had just seen him. Peterson walked out and closed the door behind him, looking across the street as if he was trying to spot someone – or something. “You followed me here?” He suddenly asked. Bryan sneered at him and angrily clenched his fist. What sort of foolish question could that possibly be? How could he ask if he had followed him as if that was the most important thing they should have discussed? “I think you did,” Peterson responded. “You’ve been meeting with Nate?” Bryan spat through gritted teeth. “Hey, calm down, you just saw us together for the first time. How can you just assume we’ve always been meeting?” Peterson asked. Bryan cocked a brow at him. “Really? Are you

Soft music played in the lounge that Bryan sat in. It was a Saturday and he had just spoken with one of his trusted men. He promised to get back to him concerning a few business deals that he wanted to strike with major corporations in the city. Claire was a little far off but he could see her as she dipped her feet in the pool. They had come to the safe house again because she said that she really needed a place to relax for a little while. Clearly, she was having issues with Freda again and this time, Bryan refused to pry not only because he wanted to give her some privacy but mainly because he knew it would infuriate him to know what happened. "You've been staring at me funny, is everything okay?" Claire asked as she settled on the mat right beside him. Bryan nodded. Everything was fine. He just needed a few minutes alone with his own thoughts. Claire had been very quiet since they both arrived at the safehouse and he took that as a sign to back off and let her be on her own. B

Bryan could hear the shock in his voice as he spoke. “Bryan?” The old man asked and then quickly apologized. “I’m sorry, I know it’s not Bryan. You just sound a lot like my nephew, who are you?” He asked. “You were right actually, it’s Bryan,” he stated. Uncle William gasped and then asked what had happened to him. “What’s been happening? How are you?” He asked, his voice quaking. “I’m fine, Uncle, it’s been a few…years,” he said. William was still stuttering as he asked where Bryan was. How he was doing. “I’m fine, uncle. You can quite sound shocked. I know that you haven’t spoken with me for a long time but I guess you must have heard I’m back in the city, my return sparked a lot of attention,” he said. Uncle William chuckled nervously, “Yeah, I can’t deny that I hear that. But I thought it was all a rumor. I didn’t know it was true. I could have never believed that you would be in the city without coming home,” he said. Bryan hummed, maybe the old man didn’t believe the rumors

Heading back from here he purchased the suit, Bryan couldn't help but admit that he did feel better in the fine piece. He felt more appropriate than he had in the beach shirt and slacks that he'd intended to wear at first. Looking at Robson, he nodded at the man. "This wasn't such a bad idea, was it?" He said, more of a statement than the question that it actually sounded like. The driver didn't say anything, he simply nodded and continued to drive down the lonely road. Bryan had given him instructions on how to get to his place and he'd hurriedly said that he knew the way to Mr. Williams' home. His uncle was not a very popular man but neither was he insignificant. A lot of people in the city knew him if not as Williams, then as the guardian of the two sons of Franklin. A few minutes later they finally arrived at the gate of the estate. The place was just as he had recalled. Although a few minor changes like the checkpoint at the entrance were introduced - he didn't find it odd at