Devon didn't wear the 'uniform' today. The red armband on the left arm of the uniform was too conspicuous.
He wore a blue wool jacket, a beige and dark brown checkered newsboy cap, with his hands in his pockets, walking at a pace no different from regular pedestrians.
He was accompanied by a few others, all dressed similarly to him, plain and ordinary.
People dressed like this were common here, and the two guards standing at the bar entrance only glanced at them before looking away.
Four or five guys suddenly stopped at the alley entrance. Devon had a cigarette hanging from his mouth, patted himself down, and then asked if anyone in the group had matches or a lighter.
Unfortunately, no one had a light, and even more unfortunately, Devon turned and headed into the alley.
"Hey, brother, can I borrow a light!"
The closest person turned to look at him, arms crossed in front of his chest, with a fierce and impatient face, "Get out of my sight."
