Erik settled his tab with the bartender, a gesture that went unnoticed amidst the low hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses.
With a purposeful stride, he made his way back to the restroom, where the lifeless body of the man he had impersonated lay slumped in a stall, without his head and with his blood dripping into the toilet.
After having transford into a fly, Erik slipped out of the bathroom, his new form granting him the stealth and agility needed to navigate the headquarters undetected.
Erik flew through the grand room where the bar while overhearing conversations. Most were about the 'old tis', so about the current situation.
Then he entered the private quarters, searching for the entourage in question, hoping they weren't already in the leader's office.
The deeper he ventured, the more the true scale of the operation revealed itself.
Rooms filled with monitors displaying surveillance footage and maps dotted with pins and strings tracing the gang's influence across the city were just so of the few things he saw while searching the place.
Finally, after minutes that felt like hours, Erik spotted them.
Gus Ridley led a small group through a nondescript door.
As they stepped into the room, the atmosphere shifted. The seriousness etched on the faces of those present hinted at a very serious situation.
Erik glided in after them, unnoticed amidst the group's focused entry and before they could close the door.
The room they entered was bathed in light. A solitary computer stood on a massive desk, drowning under piles of papers, while bookshelves laden with docunts lined the walls. It looked like the Crystal Cross Gang's leader was a busybody.
As Erik's gaze settled on the man before him, he instinctively knew he was looking at the leader of the Crystal Cross Gang.
The man's older age was clear in the creases that lined his face and the silver threads that wove through his hair.
His substantial girth suggested a life of indulgence which was the complete opposite of what, inside the room, hinted at him at being soone working late in the night.
Of course, if work was the right word to use about soone who commanded the most infamous gang in the world.
Erik was certain he was the leader. Be it in the arrogant gaze in his eyes, the respectful attitude of those who entered his office and with the authority through which he observed his guests.
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