From his vantage point on a nearby building, Erik's eyes homed in on his target, the building where the hostage was held.
His eyes roved across the rooftop, taking in the sight of the weathered tiles and the twisted vines that lent an illusion of ancientness to the freshly erected edifice.
Amidst the tapestry of monotonous rhythms that adorned the rooftop, a miniature window beckoned to him. A potential point of entry, perhaps.
The place was positioned slightly askew, its window reflecting the gentle radiance of the sun. Erik peered into the hazy barrier, unable to determine what lay beyond. Yet he was sure of one thing: sentinels would be present.
He had seen enough similar situations to know that no sensible captor would leave a potential entrance unguarded. He was thinking about his approach, but he also knew he needed to act quickly to dispel any danger before an alarm could be sounded.