"You're late."

His distorted voice greets you when you reach the meeting point. He stands in the shadows, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Despite that stupid helmet, you can almost feel his sharp eyes roaming over your figure.

The asshole has the audacity to scold you for being late.

"Let's get this shitshow over with." he grunts, pushing himself off the wall and stalking towards you. "Don't try anything stupid, I'm not playing around here." he snarls.