It was a day like any other, but that would change soon enough. New York was bustling as always. Honest businesspeople flooded the streets with cars or foot traffic, not-so-honest people called up contacts and clients for their illegal dealings, and so on. It was just the usual New York City pace.
But one thing was out of rhythm with the rest. A man who went to his own beat. The beat of Coldplay in his ears from his iPod as he was perched up in a rooftop garden high above the tennis court. He'd just finished his usual morning exercises of parkour free-running, and he felt good. He felt like he was ready for his mission. To anyone else, he looked like an average 28-year old with a fit and atheltic body, out on a morning run in his black t-shirt and tan cargo shorts.
He adjusted his armband that his iPod was attached to, switching the song to 'Adagio for Strings' by DJ Tiesto. He ran his fingers back through his shaggy, short, coal-colored hair, covered his electric blue eyes with sports sunglasses, and began his parkout-style descent. Target acquired, he thought laughingly to himself. He slid down the first rail of the fire escape, flipped over the next and down, creatively twisting, sliding, leaping down until he hit the ground. With a kong-style vault, he was over the fence leading to the tennis court. He bolted across the way, side-swiping the blonde tennis player (on purpose, but she'd never know, he was sure), and he hit the court rolling.
"AH! Shit!" He came to a halt, his iPod smashed under his arm. "Ugh... hey, you okay?" He looked up and over at the girl, picking himself up and seeing that his arm where the iPod had been was scraped and had a chunk of sharp plastic sticking out of it. But he pretended not to notice. "Jesus..." He grumbled, stepping over to her to help her up. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." His accent was clearly Greek, and his dark tan skin and black hair only supported the Greek that was clear in his features. His sunglasses had fallen off, revealing his striking eyes.