Rain drizzled down from the black night sky, the tiny droplets of
water beat down on the hood of a man walking quickly, yet nonchalantly down
the Brooklyn streets, the man stopped for a brief second in time to look
over the bridge.
A ship passed under slowly, on it were marines, easily distinguished
because of their military garb and bright orange ponchos. The slick wetness
of the hood was noticed not as he pulled out the massive rifle he carried
at his side, pieced it together bit by bit, keeping as low and unnoticed as
he could. The ship was just moving under the massive concrete structure as
the man leaned over and took aim, the red diode of his sight training
easily on the woman standing at the head, overseeing all that went on
below.
The flash of the gun was minimal, as well as the lack of sound
presence. The bullet moved quicker than any normal person could see, but
she was different. In the split second it took him to fire, his target
ducked, the cold metal lead streak searing only the up-handed hairs that
were displaced when she moved. She drew her gun and fired, the bullet
caught the man full in the chest, knocking him back into the path of
traffic.
He looked to his side, the blinding lights of a truck approached
closer and closer, the man threw his arms out seconds before making
contact, rocks and pavement flew in many directions in a sudden rip and
crack, the trucks hood split under the great pressure and stopped, the hood
of the massive machine was decimated. The man's hood had blown off in the
wind; his bald head glistened slightly in the wetness of the rain. A bird
had landed on his shoulder. The birds deep black wings lost a feather or
two when it flapped.
"Easy my friend.soon we will be free." He paused, the bird cawed and
flew over to the now dead driver of the truck, picking at his nose slowly.
"They will know Vulcan Raven lives."