Valentine rose awake from his cluster of a mattress.Stretching letting out a morning burp. He stepped on to the cold hardwood of his apartment , and surveyed his windows, and doors. Making sure someone didn't try , and bust through during the night. He drifted to his bedroom window , stared down at the outstretched city from his high floor, like a hawk watching a field of tall grass waiting for a mouse to slip out. He grabbed his phone and walked to his bathroom .while on the toilet he scrolled through. his phone making sure the world hadn't ended.
Once he was done he cleaned his teeth , and combed his hair back . He select a bottle of Cologne from his drawer , and sprayed and light mist on his body.Valentine cracked his neck, and back he walked back to his room and put on his shirt and slid into his pants,and socks and put on his jacket he went to his closet and pulled out his pistol. Counting his bullets he noticed he was missing one he dug deeper into his pockets and retrieved a bullet .He inserted into his magazine, jammed it into his gun and cocked it . Turned the switch onto safety mode. He put it into his hidden holster .Then valentine put his rifle in its case, and leaned it next to his door. He made some eggs for breakfast and slowly consumed them. He snatched his lighter and a packet of cigarettes from his kitchen counter . He poured himself a shot of tequila and drank it in one gulp. Valentine picked up his case and out the door, remembering to lock . He walked past a high cohort of crackheads and metheys asking for spare change . He crunched cigar butts on the heel of his boots . He looked at the broken glass on the side of the road . Litter smother on the sides of benches. That looked like they may fall apart at any second. A few hoodlums ran by with loot in hand . When he finally got to his destination he saw the man in the trench coat who handed him a Manila folder. He opened it and looked at the picture of his next target. He closed it , and said thanks but the man had already disappeared . Valentine put it under his arm and strolled away in the chilly Autumn Morning with a few leaves flying by in his absence .
