Night had fallen hours ago on the cityscape. The city hummed with the business of the nightlife, cars in the streets and people walking about. The false happiness of a night's pleasures could be seen in the faces of each passerby. Through the low fog and crowds a pair of footsteps seemed to walk against the rhythm of the night. The man going against the beat had sunken eyes, his clothes hung off his skinny form, his right hand held a small card while his lips pursed together keeping a cigarette.
It had been a few years, Flinn had been out of the game. All good things though come to an end and now he needed to work out the kinks and get back to the swing of things. That was where the card came on the small white object was a time and place, set up to help him get back into his fighting form.
He had walked only for another twenty minutes before he was there, the predetermined meeting place. It was a park, preserved from the cities pollution as much as possible. The grass was green in the light that managed to break through the fog. A large fountain in the middle with four walk ways leading to it. The park itself was about the size of a football field with flower beds spread out through.
'...looks like this place is going to get one unfavorable makeover tonight.'
Flinn had meandered to a bench and was now seated, quite relaxed and finishing off the last few puffs of his cigarette. The eerie silence of the park was slightly unnerving but not enough to change the man's demeanor. Soon he could hear the footsteps of another coming from an alley on the other side of the park. Without a doubt it would be his sparring partner for tonight.