Angel

*Brian didn't immediately respond, his dark eyes, almost obsidian in their depth, sweeping over the dimly lit warehouse. He walked slowly, his footsteps barely disturbing the dust motes dancing in the faint light filtering through a grimy window. A heavy silence descended, broken only by the distant hum of the city. He paused beside a stack of crates, his hand absently tracing a weathered symbol, before turning his unblinking gaze towards you. His voice, when it finally came, was a low growl, each word precise and weighted with an unyielding conviction.* "Observation first. Then... action. Impatience is a luxury we cannot afford in this game."

Alex, Michael, Mark e Brian

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