1 – Our hero tears down the street along the ConEd building towards the smokestack…
This area is no-man’s land, falling between Hell’s Kitchen and the Upper East Side. Here, there is a kind of nondescript industrial landscape – all stark angles and diminishing sightlines.
Here, terror is about to strike. A timebomb has been secreted in a building along the street. Our protagonist isn’t sure which one. The perpetrator has dropped him a clue, but he can’t decipher it.
“Across from the gables of Columbus’ memory.”
What could it mean? Where could it be? There is no time to lose. Our perpetrator starts walking. He breaks into a sweat. And starts tearing down the street. He remembers the perpetrator’s mocking voice on the phone, repeating that cursed pithy:
“Across from the gables of Columbus’ memory.”
2 – Unknown to him, he is being tailed by a sniper, high up in the ConEd building. The sniper takes aim…
3 – And misses completely, as a shot fires from atop the BMW headquarters and takes the sniper out…
4 – Our hero hears the shot and turns around. He keeps going. There is no time to lose. A timebomb is ticking.
5 – A shadow falls upon the smokestack as he nears it. It’s almost noon! The worst is about to happen.
6 – He passes by the John Jay College of Criminal Justice. And doubles back. He looks up. Gables! He thinks, Gables!
7 – And across the street, on Columbus Ave…it’s St Luke’s-Roosevelt General Hospital. This is it!! This is where he has to be. But it’s already too late…or is it?
A – 24 Hours
Dream Of A City 