The alleyway was cold and damp.. as they often are at this hour of the morning. "darkest before the dawn.. fuck this." He coughed, holding his gut. he had fallen rather harshly just mintue before. he threw his empty side-arm into the trashcan and stumbled forward, throwing up his hood.
"My ancestors never had this problem.. damn espionage. this is the third tme i've been discovered in three missions.. somethign is wrong." he said to the sky, heaving a sigh as he walked acros the street intot he coffee shop.
"well good mo- ohmigod.. are you alright e.z.?" the older waitress asked. ezekiel had been a customer for years.
"uhm.. coffee... strong. three sugars. i'm going to go clean up, blanch." he sai, giving her a thumbs up. " rough night at the club... didn't even meet any pretty girls!" he chuckled, stumbling intot he bathroom and washing up his face and a stain from hs own blood on his cuff. He hadn't bothered to change out of his outfit yet. A strange grey and white uniform of some sort with a sharp curved hood and hard plastic plates on his shins, ankles, elbows, and forearms. his weapons were hidden on his person as per usual, but he felt naked somehow... like he needed a flamethrower or a tank.
Ezekiel wandered back out into the main empty Cafe.
"well, you look better already." blanch said, setting the coffee on the table int eh corner. "let me get some band-aids for your hand." she sighed, seeing the blood seepig through the papertowels around his left wrist and hand.
"thanks, its just a bunch of scrapes though, really." he said. she gave him an angry look and went to go get the bandaids anyways.
