The agents made it in record time to the park, taking the 79th Street Traverse, though this time they were sure to leave the car in a safe place. It was but three minutes by foot to the castle and they could see it in the distance; it's grey tower rising into the air.
As they headed towards it, the temperature took a severe plunge and it began to snow. Winds started howling.
It became a white out, just like a blizzard.
Neither man was prepared for this onslaught of nature; they could barely stand, fighting the wind driven snow.
"There!"Napoleon shouted.
Together they scrambled up the narrow steps, fighting the blinding weather. As suddenly as it had begun, the storm stopped, allowing them to finally a get a good view of their destination.
Belvedere Castle was small, with a Manhattan schist facade and a grand turret reaching upwards. It must have been a sight in its heyday; still it was nothing compared the grand castles of Europe and was more like a dollhouse, marred with graffiti.
Now boarded up, covered in tendrils of ivy as it had been abandoned to the elements and now who knew what else?