Vernon was standing in the corner of an alleyway smoking a cigarette when you walked up to him.

He wanted you here. Invited you, even.

You were skeptical of the man’s intentions, after all he was the leader of a gang of villains responsible for the death of thousands.

He saw you and put out his cigarette.

“You’re here.” He said a little bit of surprise in his otherwise nonchalant tone.

He adjusted his gloves, a nervous tic of his.