The back of the alley was quiet as he walked away, muffled bass rhythms barely filling the void left in the wake of footsteps on asphalt. When the assailant was a safe distance away, John pushed himself up the wall of the club, rubbing his jaw sorely. "Lucky bastard," he muttered under his breath. Nobody got a punch on John. It was unheard of.
From a rooftop in the distance, a soft blip of recognition took to air. The reddened tip of a night lens zoomed closer, identifying the target with a small stream of information to the side.
Subject: Unknown
Alias: Jack
Orders:
- Follow and observe.
- Do not make contact.
Considerations:
- Armed and dangerous.
The dead street shuddered to life as an engine erupted, a powder-blue truck roaring awake and crawling from its resting place.