As the sun began to sink beneath the treetops, Eric Huntington-Whitley packed his horse brushes into his bag. The tack had already been taken care of, and his black mare had her blanket on. Throwing the bag over his shoulder, Eric took hold of the mare's lead rope and brought her into her stall. Giving her a quick pat on the neck, the man locked the stall and walked out of the stable.
He squinted slightly at the sun, picking up his pace to reach his apartment in time.
Throwing his bag on the ground next to his bed, Eric started stripping his clothing off, leaving it all in a pile in the corner of his bedroom. He redressed himself in black clothing with a lot of leather, equipping himself with four knives, two daggers, his bow, and two grappling hook arrows. Glancing in the mirror, he pulled up his hood, smirking at the reflection of his assumed identity, Zack Blaque.
Zack looked out the window at the quickly darkening sky. Squatting on the open windowsill, he nocked one of the arrows, shooting it onto the roof of a neighboring apartment building. He closed and locked his window, then swung through the air to the other building. Scaling it, Zack crouched on the edge of the roof to get a better look of the town.
He saw another figure on another rooftop. Recognizing him, Zack gave a short nod, to which the other man gave a subtle salute. He took hold of the grappling arrow, wrapping the cord around it and sticking it back into its belt loop. Zack moved carefully and quietly to the opposite side of the roof, suddenly glimpsing something that held his attention.