A whisper in the night.

A shadow in the darkness.

My eyes are like an eagles, I can see them in the dark.

My ears are like a bats, I can hear them through the traffic.

“Where is Eugene?”

“I know as little as you, Joan.”

“Sigh. Why is he always late?”

“It must be for a good reason”,

“Oh it better be… well did you at least get the layout?”

“Of course I did Joan, you don’t have very much confidence in me do you?”

“Oh just give me the parchment already.”

“Of course.”

The man takes a sheet of parchment out of his pocket and hands it to the woman-Joan is her name I think?-it’s of-white colour is a stark against the blacks and grays of their clothing, she takes the paper and puts it in her pocket. A tall man walks up to them, he is carrying some kind of basket, “Joan? Caleb?” He says, his voice is nervous and weak.

“We’re right here.” Says the man standing next to Joan.

“Sorry I’m l-“ he doesn’t have time to respond. I jump down from the rooftop, silent as a spider, and in seconds there dead. I leave them slumped on the road, blood pooling around them.

And then, just like a shadow, I disappear with the rising sun.