100-Word Challenge, Day 162

He did not like public transport, but taking his car would just put the chauffer in danger and worse it would make him able to answer questions, and that was something Hagen just could not stand. He walked down the street, hands in his pockets, soaking in the hate and misery of the people whose morning had driven them to the streets. Hagen looked up at the sky and smiled at the black clouds, hovering menacingly, obscuring the tops of the buildings, including the one he had just left. Dark days were upon the world and that meant good times for him.


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