I'm here. [Border acceptance]

Terry walked among the dark shadows of the forest. Sasha and his theft "Business" had gone wrong... she was stuck in prison and he was running from the police. He planned on getting Sasha out soon, but he knew it would be a long while before he could. Besides, she wasn't really in prison. She was herself had left him a note saying she was breaking her friend out, which meant he wasn't needed to save her. But he was trying to escape the place she usually was, he didn't like being used for thieving. It wasn't his thing, he was a trained killer not a thief. Sasha on the other hand, she was gorgeous and brilliant. She could hold her own, though she left the killing to him most of the time. His brown eyes scanned the area and he glanced down at his outfit. Was he properly dressed for being accepted into a clan? Perhaps not, but he didn't really care. He stepped forward and breathed in and out slowly. His eyes glistened as he realized he had reached the border. How does one call at a border? He questioned himself within his own thoughts and then decided it was best to just maybe yell our call out to the leader. "Hello? Is anyone out there?" He yelled out the words and leaned against a tree. He was a perfect image there, a handsome and tall stranger in a trench coat with a white button up shirt that hung loose around his body. His hair combed and his brown eyes searching the area at which he stood.