(Sure.) Petra waited on the roof, wearing a black tank top and pants. She checked her watch, sighing as she tipped her head back to look at the stars.
She broke out into a run across the roof, leaping from building to building, clearly expecting him to follow.
The room was dully lit, the evening lights filling the room. The house was sleeping and Petra looked around before pulling herself up to the overhead.
Gabe was behind her. He followed wherever she went, almost like an obedient dog. He pulled his hood up, and mask over his mouth.
