Cobra wheezed his way into town, stopping between an alleyway to catch his breath. It felt like he'd run miles, but that was just the adrenaline talking. When Sorano spoke to him a deadly premonition had seized him with the notion that she knew exactly what he was really doing. But there was no way…right?
Shaking his head, he took a long, winding route to get to the building; cooling his head along the way. He eventually concluded that if she had known, there was no way she would have let him off like that, or even bother to keep his secret at all. She was no longer Angel, but Sorano wasn't all that much nicer. He mentally noted to finally corner Macbeth and demand that he tell him what exactly he cooked up as an excuse for Cobra to be gone at such odd hours.
He shook his head again. Between the strange new job, Lucy's cold shoulder, Macbeth's strange offer, and of course the relentless demon and her crazy schemes, he felt his head turning more to mush by the minute. The dragonslayer snaked his way down more alleyways, quietly approaching the building in the early morning hour.