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[Standing in an alleyway, darkened blue orbs continued to stare out from beneath a black fadora pulled low over his profile. Leather gloved hands were in his pockets, keeping his wool jacket close to his lithe form. The weather this time of year was always windy and he had a job to do. Just a bit longer, he figured and the targets would roll away. Once they did, he could leave his post and return to head quarters in the morning to report his finds.]