The night wind outside was a bit cold. He tightened the collar of his coat and pulled up the hood of his hoodie to wear on his head.
He didn't drive to and from work; he enjoyed squeezing into the subway.
His instincts as an assassin told him that the safest mode of transportation wasn't driving alone, but blending in with millions of people.
Someone might have the guts and skill to kill him alone but wouldn't dare destroy the subway and kill so many people at once.
Before he reached the subway entrance, a beam of headlights suddenly lit up in the parking lot by the road, glaringly stabbing his eyes.
He raised his hand to shield against the light, squinting to see.
The assassin's alertness had him ready. If the car charged directly at him, he could roll on the spot and leap onto the car's hood.
But the headlights immediately went out, followed by the bang of a car door closing, and then someone walked toward him.
