There was no taxi to be found. only flashing blue lights of law enforcement decorating an otherwise grey dawn. Thus a long walk to the horizon awaited, getting back to his miserable appartment, don his alter ego and prepare for the waiting day.

Passing pidgeons, a curios fox and an early morning street cleaner considered the shamboling individual, but only for a moment, before collective interest evapourated like hot breath in the freezing air.

Coffee ...was a priority, and sleep, both out of reach, now and until he at least touched base, reported in, and collected.

Collect, thats what it had come to.

TO BE CONTINUED