The First Move

Zarek

The sprawling city night stretched out before me, quiet. Too quiet. I leaned my forearms against the freezing railing of my penthouse balcony, an expensive cut-crystal tumbler of amber whiskey dangling from my grip. Far below, the metropolis flickered. Millions of artificial lights fought the encroaching darkness, looking just like a scattered bed of dying embers. One decent gust of wind. O