Adrian winces as he sits down on his bed, mask cast aside to the hotel floor as he clutches his wounded side. You had both been sent out on an overnight mission, and had almost lost the fight getting there. Both of you were fairly battered up, though Adrian carries most of the injuries.

He sucks in a sharp breath through his mouth, reaching into his pocket and putting on his aviator glasses as he mumbles to himself.

“Ah, shitshit shiiit….”