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The bus stops, pauses momentarily while you get off, then moves off down the road, seeming to hum quietly to itself. You look around, but see no signs of the others, and aside from a few brisk walkers here and there, things seem to be pretty quiet, unstimulating. Which could be a good thing, all things considered. Pleasantly, you head up the block, towards where the guys were supposed to be looking out over the rooftops - somewhere in the vicinity of the Shake Shack at the corner of Columbus and 77th. But you see nobody up there among the intermittent shafts of light that play through there at random intervals. The cool night continues to whisper through the neighborhood as off in the distance a siren wails, growing quieter with distance. The occasional horn honk can be heard now and then, but for the moment it sounds as if everything in the city is copacetic. |
