At the very top of a mid-rise apartment block, Igor Murray sat, silhouetted due to the darkness that was the New York City night. He was too high for streetlights, and other than the lone light shinning from the entrance of the staircase leading to the top of the building, as well as the lighted windows of the apartment rooms below, it was very dark. But that was the benefits of having an augmented right eye; it allowed Igor to see even in night-vision (very important to the man's career), which was why he was able to perch himself on the thick stone border around the edge of the building. It prevented people from falling off, even while drunk, and by that time those thoughts were no longer on his mind.<br/><br/>It was peaceful and quiet, and when it was not raining Igor liked to come up here, to think. Heights were always a comfort to him, and like a cat he always liked to perch himself on areas as high as possible, so that he would get a good view of his surroundings, enough to at least prepare if anything should occur. He was friends with heights; the higher he was from ground, the stronger, more confident he was. That was where his talents lay as well; the higher he was, the more effective he was in combat. Still though, one could never be more careful during these dangerous times, so he took his sniper riffle with him. It was close to useless in close combat, but at least he felt safer with it on his person.<br/><br/>These few days, things had been especially boring for him. New York City was his home base, and he was stationed here. On call, for emergencies that required the army sweeping in. Yet it did not seem like the NYPD had everything under control. The crime rate was increasing exponentially, yet he had not been called into service. Of course, crime was the NYPD's area; it was hardly necessary to call the army in, but still though, he had been asked to remain here just in case things turned even more sour. It did mean, however, that he passed his days doing virtually nothing. Already, he was past relaxed-mode, dipping right into boredom, and unless something happened, he did not see any way of extricating himself from it. Bars, TV shows and the internet could only do so much.<br/><br/>He released a sigh as he continued to peer down. Directly opposite his apartment was a warehouse, and it was this warehouse that he set his sights on. It was just something to look at, to past the time, until it was time to go back in to sleep.