1:00 AM. January 28th, 1998. A man is hurrying off of the subway. The man is wearing a leather jacket, not buttoned up, over a black collared shirt which is tucked into his black pants which are secured by a belt. Worn over his leather jacket is a completely black backpack. His right hand is firmly clutching a ticket of some sort. In his right he is holding a magazine and a stack of papers that can't be made out in the light. The man's mustache outlines his expression of confusion and panic; the necessity to hurry.
A beeping occurs, beep..... beep.... beep... beep.. beep.. beep, getting faster and faster until the man clicks a button on the watch to turn it off. There is silence as he steps outside of the subway station onto the deserted street. Nobody is out at 1:09 AM. The man in the leather jacket glances behind him, the lack of anyone present seems to comfort him. He looks ahead again, he's almost at his destination.
36 hours earlier: The man in the leather jacket is sitting at a round table. He glances nervously around at the 4 men sitting around him. All of them are wearing black suits with white ties. All of them are staring at him with expressionless faces. He knows panic such as he has never felt before, although he does not know why. The men sitting around him rise as he blacks out.
1:15 AM. The chirping of crickets bring the man in the leather jacket back to his present state of mind. He feels the cold air stinging his face, but he does not care. He does not remember anything before the train ride, other than the terror he felt of the 4 men in suits. He knows he is to meet someone here, he just does not know who, or why. He's curious and afraid of what he will find, but he knows that he is not able to turn around, to run away. A voice calls him by name, just loud enough that he can hear them. He walks around the corner, ready to face whatever he needs to.
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