It knew, and It took pride in having the notion that he was dead.
It also knew that It had ample time to take a look at the body before she awoke.
It waited as the muscle man walked away to his 'vette.
The tires did not skid this time, a stealthy exit was made for the sake of not being caught.
The blur of feathers landed beside the very fresh corpse. It's inky black, feathery head tilted to the side a little as It examined its next representative.
Geoff did look rather skinny indeed, as if he didn't eat much to begin with. His lanky appearance would make it very frightening though.
Usually skinny dead people had a tendency to strike an uncertain panic in the hearts of those that witness such a spectacle.
Just picture it: A pale young man with empty eyes and the look of certain demise spread on his lips. Head tilted downward slightly, but the green orbs are looking ahead through the locks of sandy brown hair. They look at their target with malice, with anger, with hatred...the very embodiment of his enemy's voice. His lanky body making its way rather speedily towards what he wants, and killing it, punishing it, whatever he can do to it so it would not dismiss him from the mind. Then, in the end, getting what had to be done, accomplished.
Yup.
This was the one. But, it wasn't time to wake him up yet.
However, she needed to awaken.
The bird would allow the bystanders to do that.