Truthless got into a car and had just shut his door when he saw a man, clearly drunk, stumbling down the road. Truthless almost pulled out a gun, out of habit, but decided the man was likely no threat. Still, he started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, driving the opposite direction of the man. He drove not too fast, and not too slow either, as not to draw any attention. He was just an average man, out for a drive.
Of course, the average man wouldn’t be driving towards the secret HQ of the HOWL- the Hunters and Offenders of Wicked Lawlessness.
“Alright Flit,” Truthless said after a bit, “I need to know, how long have you been a part of the organization?”