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[center][b][u]Date: January 1st, 2021.[/u][/b][/center] [center][b][u]Time: 6:10 PM.[/u][/b][/center] [center][b][u]Location: East Flatbush, Brooklyn New York.[/u][/b][/center]
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Silas rubbed his gloved hands together briefly to help keep them from freezing in the cold night air as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cigarette. Placing it between his lips, he pulled out a blue plastic lighter, ignited it, and held it up to the small white stick of nicotine until the end flared bright orange in the darkness. Taking a long draw from it, Silas leaned against the grocery store's brick supports, which were painted a bright yellow color that had since grown faded and dirty with the passage of time, before placing the lighter back into his coat pocket and mulling over what he should do with the large amount of funds he had, [I]acquired[/I], from that bank back in central Flatbush a couple hours ago. He knew most people would have gone on a spending spree, blowing the cash on pointless things that they didn't even need like the idiots they were, which would eventually lead to their capture by law enforcement. Whereas he would simply keep the money to himself, spending it only on what he needed and small luxuries until he got enough to afford a place outside of this shitty neighborhood.

Once that was done he could finally rest easy.

Exhaling a small cloud of white smoke into the air, Silas checked his watch. It was 6:10 PM. More than late enough for him to begin his long trek back to the small rundown one story tenement that served as his home for the time being. Taking one last draw from the cigarette, Silas let out another puff of smoke, this time from his nostrils, and tossed it onto the ground before putting it out with the heel of his shoe. Stuffing his hands back into his coat pockets, Silas gave the surrounding area one last look before pushing himself off of the store wall and striding off down the street, deeper into the night. 

All the while blissfully unaware of the hooded figure silently observing him from a dark alleyway nearby. 
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