Even if somebody'd had the presence of mind to set up a neighborhood watch thing like this, William couldn't help but feel that it shouldn't be necessary. The cops should come when called, and the people should at least have enough self-control to not run around at night trying to kill each other. Big cities were terrible like that, he guessed. People just didn't have any respect for boundaries.
While he honestly didn't mind that, for the most part, it meant that he was just as liable to get attacked by the myriad psychos and story-changed people that ran around this building. He was sure he could defend himself. But he shouldn't have to. Honestly.
So around 8 he gathered up a few things and wore dark but lightly-textured clothing, slipping his gun into its holster and fastening that around his waist. Jacket over that and it was concealed. Wallet, keys, flashlight ... door locked and he was out, heading quietly down the stairs to the lobby. Someone was already there waiting at the bottom of the stairs. His partner, he assumed.
"You're on night watch?" Will asked anyway as he came down the last few stairs, watching the man warily. The guy seemed older - not quite as old as he was, though - but still good for something like this. In-shape, prepared. Ready to fight rather than run, he hoped.