After waking up for the night, Sir Baldwin had had a nice, casual first twenty minutes. You know. Shower, shave, and have breakfast in the form of hobo. Delicious. The fact that he was hungry was better than the fact that he had been absolutely starved the night before.
Plus, there was dessert to enjoy later on. Flannels was going to get eaten. It had already been resolved in Sir Baldwin's head. He hadn't gotten to torture him last night, but he'd be fucked if he was going to let that piece of shit live after all of the horrors he had wrought.
And then Jennifer Hazelton had called. He was very, very glad to hear she and Yuki Saito were all right. Sending Daniella Sage a quick text telling her where and when to meet them, Baldwin got ready. Whistling quietly to himself as he put his gear on and cloaked some of it before putting a black leather jacket on over-top, the Knight did what most perfectly normal, productive Americans did in the morning.
He went to work.
Ahh, to live the American Dream.
First stop tonight was to greet the fallen. Fast forward twenty minutes, and he pulled his dark-coloured sedan in to pick them up.
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