Vincent walked down twenty sixth street in his normal attire. He wore a black derby, black three piece suit with a black tie, black long coat and black boots. The only other color that was even remotely visible was the white of his shirt, which was under the three layers of black: long coat, jacket and vest. The only actually visible white parts were the slivers of it on each side of his tie.
His pace was a leisurely one, and there wasn’t really any hurry in getting where he was going, especially since he was going in circles. His relationship with undercover work was a “love/hate” one on good days. He loved that he got to be alone for a little while, but he hated the times when there was no action on the streets. He wasn’t sure whether this would be one of those times or not, yet. He had just started his shift. But with that said don’t mistake you for some kind of action junky, he wasn’t a fan of the more dangerous situations either. All Vincent wanted was a healthy medium.
As he walked he looked around. This section of the city had deteriorated a lot even since he started his patrols of it. He grew up on thirtieth, so four blocks over and… maybe ten or twelve blocks down, was the house he grew up in. And back then this place was almost respectable. Now the area was a shithole. And this stretch of twenty sixth wasn’t so bad either. Only a few gangs around these parts and only one or two of those were more than a small group of idiots with a few weapons and no class. He hadn’t seen any members of said gangs yet anyway.
He walked by the old used book store, it was closed and the lights were all shut off. He kept walking. He liked that store. Its owner apparently used to be some liberal professor before the church shut down the university he worked at. Leo was his name. He was a nice old man who seems to have given up on his old political views in exchange for some peace and quiet. As he passed by the alley he saw a young man loading a box into a cheap, old car. Vincent saw that car a lot, he figured it belonged to Bobby, one of Leo’s employees, He could only assume that the young man was Bobby. It made sense in Vincent’s mind. He kept walking.
