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Niko had only been on the island a few short weeks but it had been long enough for him to walk the perimeter of the living areas and establish the more basic patterns of survival. It might have seemed a bit much to someone else, but Niko had never really been the type of person to blithely accept new surroundings without testing them.
Still, he did take some measure of comfort from the beauty of the place. For as much as he'd traveled as a child and young man, Niko had never really had the luxury of living in beautiful or exotic locales. There'd been Florida once, damp and humid and on the edge of a swamp in the middle of summer and there'd been up north during the cold of winter, Wisconsin or Michigan or one of those states. They all ran together in a blur of highway signs and dumpy houses after a while and the only real home Niko had ever considered himself having was New York.
New York had suited anonymity. You could disappear in New York, be an eclectic artist one day and a upper east side playboy the next. The island was less conducive to disappearing and the population fluctuated; not so good for a man who'd made a career of hiding.
Such thoughts weighed heavily on him and Niko had to find his zen wherever he could. This afternoon found him on one of the many stretches of beach, legs extended in yet another yoga pose. Yoga was good for finding balance and achieving zen and, from a purely tactical standpoint, remaining limber was excellent for getting out of a tight spot.
Still, he did take some measure of comfort from the beauty of the place. For as much as he'd traveled as a child and young man, Niko had never really had the luxury of living in beautiful or exotic locales. There'd been Florida once, damp and humid and on the edge of a swamp in the middle of summer and there'd been up north during the cold of winter, Wisconsin or Michigan or one of those states. They all ran together in a blur of highway signs and dumpy houses after a while and the only real home Niko had ever considered himself having was New York.
New York had suited anonymity. You could disappear in New York, be an eclectic artist one day and a upper east side playboy the next. The island was less conducive to disappearing and the population fluctuated; not so good for a man who'd made a career of hiding.
Such thoughts weighed heavily on him and Niko had to find his zen wherever he could. This afternoon found him on one of the many stretches of beach, legs extended in yet another yoga pose. Yoga was good for finding balance and achieving zen and, from a purely tactical standpoint, remaining limber was excellent for getting out of a tight spot.