Prologue
282 Words
It was a clear bright morning In Manhattan and the streets of New York's busiest borough was packed with people who were mostly office goers streaming in and out of subways and taxis near the residential area of Chelsea neighborhood.
There were many modern looking storey apartments with beautiful terrace gardens and high-design buildings and the streets also has lots of cosy restaurants and art galleries which made the place look lively and vibrant with a mix of crowd.
A man in his early 30's, wearing a grey hoodie and tracks carrying a backpack was walking down the main street as he passed by the hitech architectures and the graffiti arts on wall and turned to a small street to his left which was less crowded as it was a construction site for a new condop building.
In the corner of the road there was a steel dumpster littered with food disposed from nearby restaurants. The man slowly removed his backpack and left it lying next to the dumpster and turned to walk away without giving it a second glance.
His walk was steady and after having walked few minutes away from the place he stopped and lifted his hand to check his watch. He pulled out his iPods and placed them in his ears while playing a heavy metal song on his phone and in the exact moment a loud thundering and ear splitting sound occurred with a boom that shook the buildings next to him. His lips curved into a half smile as he walked away with his hands in his pockets, satisfied with the effect his work had created and oblivious to the chaos that erupted aftermath.
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