There was always a rush of air when he showed up. His fingers combed through the air as he arrived, and he could feel the rush of wind from beneath his sunglasses. The assignment had been simple. Leave the offices. Get some hours in the field. As he began his descent down, he planned his strategies and plans. There had been so many, in recent years - so many plans that had always come to one satisfying conclusion. Some of them ended with a bang, others, a whimper, but they always ended with a gold star on his chest, and a shining smile on his face.
His feet touched the ground, and he was human again. Blonde haired, fair skinned, eyes that were hidden by dark glasses. The sly smirk that played at his lips as a slim cigarette hung between them. Jeans and a shirt. Dressed not to impress, but instead, to be taken upon as a symbol of his office. His office and his profession. He had been in the game a very long time, and he knew the rules better than anybody. They were nearby, he knew. In a small house with many doors, and a boy who wanted something very much. And then, they were at a park, with The Girl. The Girl that was The Object. The Desired Result. The Crown. They had many names for her in the profession. He liked using her name. That always gave him a real kick.
He began to walk towards the park, knowing his destination, knowing his prize. The Boy who wanted The Girl. He could have named them both, but it was more fun to find out slowly. To gain truth and trust the hard way. Through sweat and tears, and mostly blood. The man - or what was pretending to be a man- drifted by the girl, the sister, and the boy. He smiled to each of them, a winning, bright smile. Perfect teeth, despite the cigarette. Blonde hair swept across his forehead. A healthy flush in his cheeks. A hundred percent human and alive.
"Oy. Nice day fer a walk, ain't it?"
