During the cold late hours of the night, a pair of eyes blinked open, as it squinted to adapt to the dim lighting. Leo slowly stood up; he looked outside, as the silver light from the moon illuminated the darkroom a little.
Like Clark, he also found an excuse to keep his bag. His lie was even more extreme, as he lied that the bag was his family heirloom. The terrorists didn’t fuss about it, as they’ve seen even more eccentric individuals.
He stood up and silently moved to where he kept his bag, as he quickly checked his wristwatch for time.
“It’s 5:40 am already,” he muttered silently to himself, as he donned his exotic armor and all his other equipment stealthily.
He quickly equipped his throwing knives in designated places in his armor. He felt nostalgic as he finally wore his mil
