It was a strange feeling to know you were being watched without knowing how, but Cole couldn't shake it as he made his way from the eighth floor to the first, glancing behind himself more often than he usually did. Just because his alter ego was a superstitious coward didn't mean he had to be, did it?
For the first time in his life, Cole actually began to entertain the idea of learning how to use a gun. Or at least a taser, to start things off.
He'd knocked on the door of 107 before realizing that they hadn't really set a time, and he couldn't help mentally kicking himself as he waited. Then again, John had said he'd be around a lot, which meant that maybe he wouldn't mind the lack of specifics. Either way it didn't matter once the door was open - how many locks did the guy have? - and he offered what he hoped was a friendly and not at all nervous smile. No one could have followed him, after all. He just had to keep telling himself that.
"Yeah, I'm Cole. You must be John." He winced inwardly at his habit of stating the obvious, stepping inside the apartment once the man moved aside. "Thanks again. It's about time I learned how to defend myself - and others, if need be."