Vigilante and Street Ronin stand on the roof of the Mercer Actuarial Building and stare down at the street below. Traffic is moderately heavy, and they frequently hear the sound of car horns blaring angrily as vehicles fight for the right of way.
“Audience tonight,” Street Ronin says. His voice is calm and steady, but Vigilante can detect an edge to it.
“Yeah,” Vigilante says. “That’s OK. Fun won’t start until we get in.”
They gaze at the TriHealth on the other side of the street. Mercer Actuarial is slightly taller than the TriHealth complex, so they’re looking down at its roof. The roof is a plain, flat surface with a cluster of exhaust vent pipes and a maintenance hatch.
“No security on the roof,” Street Ronin says. “Sure you don’t want to go in that way? A lot simpler.”
“Simpler,” Vigilante agrees. “Also quieter. We want to knock first.”
“OK,” Street Ronin says. “Help me get set up.”