The construction site was quiet at that time of the night, as quiet as any place could be in a big city. The moon was half full, but between the tall buildings and the harsh street lights, little of its glow shone upon the solitary figure walking amongst the abandoned machinery and debris.
Some dog howled in the distance, momentarily distracting the man from his task. He looked around, heavy coat draped across his broad shoulders, lapel hiding almost all of his face.
He wasn't jumpy, just being cautious. Being jumpy implied a sense of fear, and that sentiment he had abandoned a long time ago, along with compassion and remorse.
The dark night is the territory of terror, and most people with half a good sense in their minds would have never chose that construction site for a walk, not even by day. A man had been killed there, not a week ago, causing the temporary closure of the place.
The certainty that no one would dare to venture there had served him perfectly, for what he was looking for was not to be seen by any eyes, except his and the ones that hired him.
Sure steps led him towards a pile of closed bags. Sand, or plaster, or some other component waiting to use in adding another concrete monster to the city. He didn't care. What he was looking for was nested between the third and the fourth bag.
Reaching with a gloved hand, the man's fingers closed around a thin package. 'A vanilla envelop,' the man thought. 'How original'
He knew that he should wait until reaching a more private place before he opened the envelop, but curiosity was one of the traits of his personality that he had yet to shake. Sometimes it helped him in his work, others... not so much.
Breaking the glue seal, the man tilted the package, watching as two glossy pictures and a sheet of white paper slide in to view. A young man with rectangular glasses and short cropped hair was staring right at him in the first one. The second was of the same man, walking in to one of the city's police stations.
'So they want me to waste some cop,' the man accessed his new assignment, carefully storing the envelop and its contents in the right pocket of his coat. 'I can do that'.