**Hawks fluffed his** feathers, letting the cold air cool his sweat ridden skin. Feet dangling off of the edge of the roof. Swinging back and forth as he looked down at the people below, watching people get gas, grab snacks. Overall enjoying the brief respite from his job.

He ran a gloved hand through his hair, letting it fall infront of his eyes.

It was a slow day for him, as if every criminal and villain in Japan decided to take the day off. Which made his job easy- of course. But boring.

He closed his eyes, letting the world fade away.

And then a loud whirring filled his ears and he opened his eyes to see a motorcycle race into the parking lot. The person riding it stopping it with ease and parking it smoothly.

*Well, this shift got more interesting.*