A Familiar Traitor

He leaned over the armored vehicle, knocking on it here and there, eyes full of greed.

Just then, another man stepped out of the vehicle.

"Homer, something feels off."

He wore an ill-fitting suit, back straight like he was trying to look refined, but on his feet were a pair of sneakers.

The mix looked completely out of place.

His face was covered in scars, his hair slicked back in greasy clumps li