Chapter 1 - 18

The streets of the city at night are not abandoned by any means, but they rarely occupied by anyone with any authority. A drunk wandering home after hours, the random homeless trying to get some sleep in a doorway, the late shift cop who couldn’t be bothered; the No Ones could act pretty much uninhibited after 2:30 a.m., as long as they avoided the crime-riddled parts of town. The majority of the challenges happened around 3 a.m. in the Financial District, merely because there was no one there who would believe their eyes if they saw anything.

“Shouldn’t I be tired?” Travis asked. “This is weird.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Reginald said. “Oh, here they are.” Reginald waved to a couple of figures walking down the sidewalk towards the skyscraper that Travis and Reginald were waiting under. “What kept you?”

“Sorry, low on cash, was performing coin tricks at a bar.” Alan said. “Those frat boys will bet on anything.”

“And you know the rules: never show up early,” Tina said, trying to act nonchalant.

“Well, it looks like the Brick decided to follow that very rule, it’s getting past the prime, and no sign of his mysterious benefactor either,” Reginald said.

“Hey Reggie, who’s your friend here?” Alan asked, spotting Travis who was sticking to the nearest wall.

“Oh, I’m sorry. This is our latest convert. Travis.”

“Travis,” Tina said. “Nice to meet you. I’m Tina. Maybe we’ll have time to talk after the challenge. I have something to tell you.”

“Um, I...” Travis stumbled, when he noticed the wind suddenly pick up.

“Here we go. Keep an eye out for me.”