In the dark of night,when all are asleep they come. Their cloaks blending into the dark streets and alleyways, they move soundlessly in the city unseen, unheard, and unknown. All of them gather in the town square all looked the same, not one was different. When gathered they seemed to stand waiting, for something or someone. The clock strikes midnight and they vanish, like ghost they where, but one remains. The figure seemed to be in a daze leaning to much on one side, after what seems to be a eternity the figure moved, only sound was the light click of weapon hidden under the cloak. Like the others it was soon gone, hidden in the dank city. Dawn slowly approached the place and it was soon alive with buzz and noise, the person didn't return, but neither did it leave.