Fenrir's Fangs

James sits upstairs at his usual table alone, drinking another whisky, still not even slightly tipsy, James never seems to be affected by alchohol yet he still drank it, As he light up another smoke he wondered what was happening a few blocks over, how the assault team, and Viktor were doing, James still wishes he could have gone with them and faced the danger alongside them, James had been sitting in that spot, almost stone still exept for when he took a drink or smoked, with his eyes shut for almost an hour. It should not be taking this long...