Quitting-time... Or at least, that's what it was for most people in the office. Obviously, Li stayed up late to watch over and listen in to the walkie-talkies of the men out on duty making arms and drug deals.
As he walked past Kilroy's office, he noticed a small trail of snow from the room to the fire-escape stairs. Strange. Well, as strange as strange got around here. The man was always courteous to the building.
@mr-david-li
*The trail was obvious where it headed, as the man climbed the stairs to the rooftop. However, today was not the usual sulking-day. No. It was an Angry-Day. Kilroy wore a pinstripe suit much too big for him. One he hadn't had tailored to his size. He had a small amplifier next to him, and his black Kramar Super-Strat guitar in hand. He was practicing riffs as the man approached from behind.*
"Oh. Hey, Li..."
*Unlike his last time playing, this anger... it felt good.*
- The War Profiteer
