September 1st, 1:02 a.m. - Seattle Art Museum - Schreck
High above the cityscape Lee sat with his feet dangling sixteen floors up. Getting past the security wasn't hard to do, he was just passing through the art exhibits after all, no harm in that. A couple of green backs and a bribed janitor could get you any where really. Getting past the WaMu security for twelve floors was a bit more of a challenge. But with budding powers that made people shit their pants when they got to close to you Lee didn't have too much trouble. After all, if you're a security guard walking around in the dark around cubicles that cast strange shadows off the light from your flash light, you're not going to go examine the black little corner that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end like a million little hair erections. Besides that nobody really locked twelve floors worth of doors when they closed shop for the night, hell on some floors there had to be a couple of poor unfortunates who had to burn the midnight oil to get paperwork done for little lord Fauntleroy. There was always some shmuck who played the putz for some asshole or another. And come to think of it, being a big bank company like it was, there had to be many people working around the clock. Maybe Lee was more lucky than he knew about not being caught. Or maybe he was caught but whoever saw him didn't think there was anything strange about a average Joe white guy with short blond hair in a white button up shirt with cornflower blue tie (picked of course for irony) and black slacks moving about the building. Even if he was skulking about, maybe they just didn't care.
So there he sat, his ass planted firmly on the cold cement of the top of the steel tower, with freezing winds wiping his tie around in his face. He withdrew something small and black from inside his pocket. It looked like a tiny black twenty two Deringer. But his slate grey eyes were still fixated on the view of the city. The big picture. He wondered briefly if vampires survived the fall of buildings only to die when they hit the waiting pavement, but then he remembered once you hit terminal velocity it didn't matter how far you fell it was still do the same damage. Sometimes he questioned science. A very human sigh escaped his cold lips and he slid the cold steel back into his pocket. He wondered if anyone would come for him, or if he'd make it down and out without any hassle. Either way it was worth it for the view.
