Azrael made his way through the darkened precinct, a carrier bag from a nearby bakery clutched in his hand. The cookies inside were warm, he'd called the place specially and asked if they could make a fresh batch for him. A box of doughnuts was nestled next to it, along with fresh homemade churros.
He met no one else on his way to Michael's office, which was a bit strange, but he shrugged and kept walking. Not everyone liked to stay at work late into the night.
He knocked on the doorframe and stuck his head inside. "I come bearing enough sugar to make even you happy," he informed his brother, grinning. "Also, hello, Victor."