The crescent moon hung low over the city when Kendrick — now Obscura — pulled up two blocks away from the target mansion.
His dark clothes blended easily into the shadows, a plain black cap pulled low over a short-haired dark wig. Underneath, a simple, cheap mask covered the lower half of his face — something bought from a corner store.
Nothing fancy.
Just enough to make him someone no one would remember.
He checked his phone again for the location pin.
Eclipse was already nearby.
Obscura adjusted the small earpiece in his ear, tapping once.
The channel clicked open with a soft beep.
"You in position?" he asked coolly, voice slightly distorted by the cheap mic.
"Way ahead of you, slowpoke," came the lively reply.
Eclipse.
Kendrick allowed a tiny smirk behind his mask.
Same loud mouth as always.
From the roof of a nearby abandoned warehouse, Zephany — now Eclipse — crouched like a cat ready to pounce.
