The heat of noon strike against the side view mirror of Denzel's bike making him sigh. They were almost neared to the target as he slowed his bike.
"We need to change our get ups." He sighed into the air shaking his head. He can't tired right now. Not now.
"But, I don't have clothes with me." She looked at him dumbfounded as he stopped the bike with gentle jerk and motioned her drop down.
Climbing she tilted her head looking at Walter making their way to him with some bag in his hands. Ben tailing behind him with his eyes sparkling with mischief. Walter was serious from them all, he had his doubts when Denzel requested him for clothes. This was first ever time Denzel gas requested something for him? He didn't had any heart to deny Denzel.
"Are you sure about it?" Walter questioned as they neared Denzel and Aerwyna, passing one back to each.
"Just trust me." Denzel assured him blinking his eyes. One mistake and his cover will be blown.