closed log;
[Here it is. The perfect kill. He doesn't even know what ability this person has -- it's a dream, and insignificant -- but he knows that this is the perfect situation. It's like the ~perfect storm~, only … with killing. He's watching this dude from across the dark, dingy bar that looks like it belongs in Sin City a film noir, with his pal Dexter. Who is making a cameo in his dream.
He exchanges a ~knowing glance~ with him. It's a signal. ]
He exchanges a ~knowing glance~ with him. It's a signal. ]