Vesker took another long, impatient drag of his cigarette, staring out at the horizon. It was.. what, 10 o’clock now? Part of him just wanted to go to bed.

But at the same time, he was anxious. He hadn’t heard a word from his partner in hours. Hell, he had half the brain to go and look for them.

Vesker didn’t like this insistent anxiety. It left him uncertain, and that wasn’t something he could work with.