The Met Life Building – 45th Street
It was so perfect, it was nearly golden in its shine. The escalators were illuminate by sodium lights, obviously, due to the distinct orange-gold colour that gave the building its shine. The complexion of the marble made it perfect. But the architectural beauty was disrupted as two men gave chase to another. All three of them looked the same, dressed the same in long, black great coats and black fedoras. The first man, being chased by the other two, made his way up the escalators, and hurried up and out onto the street. The other two caught up, and opened the doors. They both exhaled and their breath lifted toward the sky like steam.
”We’ve lost him,” said one.
“He won’t get away,” the other resonded. “The Don’s made sure of it.”
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