A pair of vagabonds wonder through the narrow alley, their gait would suggest that they are both intoxicated.  The sun beats down on the garbage and recently wet asphalt causing the stink of the alley to intensify with the humidity.  The brick walls of the buildings that encase this area are tagged with various forms of graffiti that are in different degrees of detachment.  The vagabonds find a spot in which they find appropriate and sit down.  They soon begin to pass a green bottle back and forth.  The fire escape vibrates slightly as a tall man steps onto it from the roof.

His expensive custom suit reveals him immediately as someone who doesn't belong within a mile of this alleyway let alone in it.  He sets his briefcase down lightly next to his feet and unbuttons his gray jacket.  His perfectly shined shoes shift as he takes a couple steps forward on the fire escape.  His sunglasses hide the piercing eyes surveying the alley.  He wasn't told exactly what he was waiting for only that he would know when he saw it but so far he saw nothing that stood out.  

A gentle breeze kicks up a whirlwind in the corner of the alley.  A plastic sack dances along the asphalt toward his end of the alley.  His phone vibrates in his pocket.  He retrieves it and puts it to his ear while tapping the green accept button.  He says nothing. He doesn't need to.  A very familiar voice, deep and almost soothing speaks to him for about 20 seconds before he continues his silence as he hangs up and slides the phone back into his pocket.  His black hair styled into a pompadour doesn't move against the breeze.  

With a single hand he reaches up and pulls his $500 shades down to the bridge of his nose to reveal stark blue eyes that are scanning the alley.  His fists clench at his side.  "Is that him?"  The thought arises.