Eclipse stood in an alley, leaned against a wall with a cigar in one of his hands. His yellow eyes dimly glowed in the dark, his body faintly illuminated by the streetlamps and cars driving by. He took another draw from the cigar before blowing out a puff of smoke that swirled around his dimly lit face. He silently watched the road, his eyes tracking the cars that went by.

How lucky is he? Getting a quiet night in Albany for once. He wished it would last.