He steps out of the airport, and slides a pair of dark sunglasses over his bright, green eyes. Blocking the sun from his eyes, and his eyes from the world. He learned early on that if you wore drab colors, and dark sunglasses, that people hardly noticed you. Or if they did, they couldnt really describe you later. 

Thats what he wanted, to be a shadow. To drift in and out of peoples view without ever really being noticed. There's only one person he really wants to be seen by, but not yet. 

He gets into the dark car that is there and ready for him, and starts driving through the city. It teems with life. People rushing from one place to another, not even knowing the abominations that “live” among them. He knows though, and he will eliminate all of them. 

At a long stop light, the man looks down at his phone, pulling up a picture of a young man with porcelain skin and sandy brown hair, his eyes blue and piercing, and alive looking. A wry smile crosses the mans face, he knows better.  In the picture another man is hugging him around his waist, hooking his head over his shoulder, hair a mess of dark curls. 

Something angry and cold rushes through the man's blood. He shouldn't care about the second man, that isn't why he's here. Still though, he can't help the dark feeling the curly haired man gives him. It doesn't matter, he needs to focus on his mission. 

His target is here in New York City. He is closing in.