buffalo.

"This is going errant" Wendigo exclaims in anger as he stares at the city view through the glass wall.

He can't believe their plans went down the drain as though they never had any.

"I knew it" he breathed out with grit teeth.

While he rant and rant, Black gun seems so lost in his thoughts. Nothing else occupies his mind than the scene of the previous night.

"Just how can he not be affected by bullets?" He asked Wendigo, who threw him a deadly glance.

"If I could answer that, then I'm sure I won't be as pissed as you right now" He lashes out.

The atmosphere was gloomy and intense, and both were ready to vent their anger at each other.

While they choked on their anger and failure, a guard walks in and whispers something to Wendigo, he turns to Black gun with a frown.

" What? " Black gun asked, seeing the intense gaze at him.

" Did you invite anyone over? " Wendigo asked with so much curiosity.

"no, why? " Black gun returns the question, with a slightly raised brow.

" Someone is here to