EXT- BALCONY

               The alley below is half lit with barely working street
               lights, trash lines the dumpsters that have been stuffed
               beyond their capacity.  The wind blows slightly, tearing off
               a paper flyer from a telephone pole.

               Ruger stands on the balcony sniff the wind, looking off into
               the night. His gaze, not focused yet it misses nothing. Damon
               exits the back door looking down at Ruger.  Scratching behind
               his ear he looks out at the night sky.

                                   DAMON
                         Come bud,  time for bed.  

               Damon begins to walk back into the apartment, stopping at the
               doorway looking back at Ruger, who remains unmoved. 

                                   DAMON
                         Ruger come on boy, nothing is left
                         out there. 

               Ruger makes a tuff like sound as he blow out air from his
               nose and mouth. He turns his head looking at Damon, his body
               follows as he stands and enters the door. On a garage in the
               distance, a barely noticeable shadow takes flight.