Streams of water flowed down the small glass overhang. Hitting the ground, the streams made splashing sounds against the cement ground.
Jeff tapped his umbrella against the floor. A shower of water droplets fell to the ground.
The door was shoved open. Two drunk-looking fellas walked out.
"Whatcha lo- Oh. Hey, Mr. Mission Machine." A fella quickly put on a polite smile.
"Uh. Welcome back sir." The other guy froze up. "Uh. Have a good day. Sir."
"Yep." Jeff smiled and nodded back. "You too."
"Uh. Thank you sir." Leaving that, the two quickly got out of Jeff's way. Like kids facing their principal, the two nervously hurried off.
Looking at this, Jeff lightly shook his head. In theory, they were equals as hunters. But in reality, after the New Year's incident, everyone saw Jeff as the boss of the hunters now. Once again, this result was unelected... Without asking for Jeff's opinion...
What could Jeff say?