Colin arrives to pick up Monica in his Charger, pulling up and flicking away the butt of his cigarette, lighting another while he waited for her to come outside. He wore a darker pair of washed jeans, the dark blue fading to a grey-blue, and a tight fitting black shirt with a pattern of skulls and wings on the upper back. His black snakeskin boots he wore before complete his look along with a leather wristband.
As he takes another draw from his cigarette, he checks the glovebox, making sure the .44 Magnum is sitting within. He checks under the seat to ensure the ammunition was there as well. He doubted he had any need for that kinda thing, today was going to be just routine scout and intell gathering.
He leaned his head back just slightly, finishing his cigarette, putting it out in the ashtray, and flicking the butt out the window. He looked at the clock just above the radio. 9:58, Monica should be out any minute now.