Why Can't I - Open

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His hands clasped the ice cold tea he held glad for the break from the sunshine that for Chicago had to be a first. Eyal had hardly been in Chicago for long but since he had arrived he had a job he loved, a cause he cared about and now he was trying to find a place that made ice tea as he remembered it from Israel. It was hardly a taste of home but it was close to it as he took a much needed rest on the bench outside of District Twenty one. Ironic and risky but it was his job, the criminal that sat outside the police department mostly because they had no idea he existed in the world.

Earlier that morning his day had started with an arrest of some celebrity that his boss had practically screamed down his phone at him about. A high ranking socialite that had attracted the wrong end of the attention after starting a fight outside a party. With due diligence Eyal had haunted the Chicago PD precinct and with effortless efficiency had taken several images of a person who was worse for wear and honestly there was no amount of Photoshop that could make her look any better. Images had been emailed and once again his boss was happy to have him wondering around finding his own work.

It was how he liked things; it was easier to work alone especially given his current ties to the mafia. Who needed a nine to five to tie him down when he could roam the city freely and work two jobs while enjoying every second of it. He knew he had a lot of homework to do but for those few spare hours he had it was nice to simply sit and feel the warmth of the setting again. The cold from the tea and the relaxed atmosphere for that time in the morning gave him a sense of purpose before the real work started once the city kicked into the hive of daily activity.

His camera sat next to him on the bench as he stared out onto the street. The light was still fighting to appear for the morning but it would make an appearance be long as the street would be illuminated by sunlight and not street lights. Eyal had made his choice of leather jacket, jeans and a woolly hat for the morning though the hat was now stuffed in his pocket as he tried to make his mind up where to go first.

Chicago was the city of possibilities as his mind was focused on drinking his tea as he stared at it for a moment before turning his eyes to the street again. The precinct was a good place to be to know who the cops in the city were as he took note of a few passing beat cops but then he was a regular with a camera so he knew his cover held up against a background check. The mafia was pretty careful that way so as long as he chose not to break the cop mafia truce his boss had going on then life would go on as it always did. Two jobs, one a lot more legal than the other as he sipped on the ice tea he held.

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