Target Down - The Ghost Assassin

Just A Man In A Suit

The lights from the towering Hilton Hotel and all the surrounding restaurants, bars and nightclubs, pour down, shining at their brightest. Making the streets of downtown New York glow and flash like the strobe lights on a dance floor. Minimizing the night's ambiance and turning it into a false sense of day.Party goers of all kinds roaming the sidewalks, holding tightly onto their pockets, while passing the myriad of beggars which loiter the alley way entrances, the half naked whores standing at traffic lights and their pushy, blinged up pimps, all the while looking for the next club entrance lines.Miserable food critics and the hungry waiting impatiently to be ushered in through restaurant doors. Letting the aromas of the kitchen's specialities out, adding to the already mixed night air.Hotel porters opening and closing doors. Unpacking vehicle trucks and pushing their luggage carts as they go about doing their jobs.Random people just out for a night stroll. Some walking their pe