Mike's truck pulled up into the parking lot of a near-by grocery store around 11:30, sitting there with the radio lightly humming as he worked on knocking out a clove cigar, one of his few guilty pleasures. He had thrown on his black under armor hoody, slowly of course. His ribs were still tender from earlier after being thrown around like he was next to nothing. Mike was not one to leave business unfinished, and he wouldn't live it down until he took care of Billy, or who ever he was now. The picture his mind took of his eyes eased back into his mind, his head throbbing just thinking about it. Everything in his being told him to stay away from the train station, though his pride wouldn't allow a quiet night at home.<br/><br/>He slid out of his truck and onto the pavement, taking one last drag from the black cigarette before flicking it on the ground and stomping it out. He grabbed his keys and slid them into his red shorts. His nose still had areas where he hadn't cleaned off the blood well enough, now crusted from drying. If anything touched his nose with any sort of roughness it would most likely turn into a geyser again. He growled slightly when he twisted at the waist, finally getting pissed enough that he twisted on purpose to almost force his body to cope with the stiffness. His breath left him a couple of times though he would just grit his teeth and push through the stretch, coughing a couple of times when he found he couldn't breathe.<br/><br/>After just a couple of minutes Mike's feet pulled him in the direction of the train station, a pit of nervousness slowly growing in the back of his mind, though it was masked by what he could only describe as pure anger.<br/><br/>As he neared the front of the station he made a quick sweep of the area, looking to see if anyone had followed him, though it didn't look like it. He slowly made his way to the back of the station, his feet hitting the ground almost silent. As he turned the corner he noted two people a little further down from him, a girl which he decided was named Esther from school, and then the other girl... Shit. The red hair was easily picked out among her other features which Mike was too familiar with. He picked his feet up and made for the two girls, "Hey..." He let out as he got closer, his eyes locked on Olivia for a couple of seconds before glancing at Esther, aka Weed Girl. "Presuming we're here for the same reason...?" He slid his hands into his pockets, doing his best not to look at Olivia though failing as memories started to pop into his head.