Both arms raised above his head and he faced the broken mirror. The months had melted away, days turning into weeks, until it had been months longer than it should have been since he'd agreed to take out the other targets assigned to him by the Eyeless.
He brought his hands down and cracked his knuckles. The time for action was on the horizon. They'd be lulled into a false sense of security, which made them easy targets for his wrath.