Prologue
The clock struck four, it's large black hands pointing toward the stylized numbers of his pocketwatch. He lazily released the device as it swung gently back into his pocket seeminglyof its own accord. He seemed uninterested in the situation he was in but his heart was beating fast within his chest. His eyes moved lazily but took in every detail, his hands silenty shook from the strained effort to keep calm. Just when he thought it would be safe to leave, the man emerged from the writhing crowd with a black briefcase that seemed to have small spheres placed in the side.
One, however, was missing from the upper left hand corner he realized all too late. At that moment a number of things happened; a voice came over the old speaker system drowning out all noise, a train whistle blew and steam covered him, the man with the biefcase gripped his arm tightly, a dark projectile hit its target which instantly darkened and shrunk. the momet ended and the man with the briefcase emerged from the steam looking satisfied, one of the shopowners nearby thought to himself "Wasn't there a missing piee just a second ago?" then told himself he'd seen wrong because it clearly wasn't missing anything now. As for the one checking his watch, well, he was never seen again.
