A shadow passed swiftly over the rooftops of the abandoned city. He avoided the more open spaces, preferring to avoid the unwanted attention of those on the streets below. The shadow, a young man, smiled to himself as he went. His bag of supplies was full so he would not need to worry about getting more for quite some time. The cities were always so closed, so suffocating.
Besides, now that he was back, he could get back to work again.
He stopped on a roof and looked down between the tall buildings. His deep green cloak fluttered over his shoulders and came to rest. The bag on one hip clinked softly as its contents knocked together. He brown hair fluttered in the soft breeze, occasionally blocking the watching green eyes. There was a garden below. It was overgrown and shabby, its formerly manicured beds barely noticeable.
He looked up suddenly, his movements were almost cat-like at times as he surveyed his surroundings. He heard a tap and a low tone echoed over the silent town. He could hear voices coming from...
He moved so that he could get a good look into a window without being seen. The voices were in the building that the man had chosen as his safe house here. He wondered who, or what, could be out here, away from the protection the cities brought. Looking into the window, he saw a man leaning against the old bed in the main room. He was holding something that was glowing brightly, like a flare. Another person was there too, a boy.
The man tilted his head curiously. Then, he saw the book. His eyes narrowed. They found his research notes. The man wasn't about to let his work get taken. He began to move, silently, over the rooftops once more. He reached the roof above the window and dropped down, landing gracefully on the window sill and looking at the intruders to his safe house with interest.