Threshold of Decision

Sitting ten stories up with his legs dangling over a ledge, Syrius stared at over the city in thought as he flipped through his recently started notebook and playing a small MP3 player full of epic orchestra music. For him, he would be deciding today upon which pathway he would choose to stay upon for the rest of his days. Looking at the two pages he had written in expensively, both were plans of his his own making. They outlined in perfect detail two different paths, two different careers. One he had followed upon for the past few years in his quest to just use his older skills for not so amazing feats. Thievery, espionage, and more were all under that list, with him being uncaring for whom he effected except himself. The other was a detailed outline and business plan to start a simple shop under a new name, a new life.

For Syrius, this was a hard choice. He was on the threshold to doing whichever he most wished to do, but he was equally divided on his want and need for both of them. Both satisfied his needs, but it was his wants that would be considered. Frowning as he stared hard at each page, the ex-thief thought about how his skills from the CIA had done nothing but make his life harsher and more painful then anything else had done so before. Even when his mother had died so many years ago from that murderer's hands... Sighing, the lone man dangling over the abyss just sat there, content to just mull over it like a chicken in a crock pot.

Suddenly in the building, he heard the sounds of a struggle, a knife entering flesh and rending it. A angered voice, and helpless cry, all coming from the room behind a window pane behind him. Blinking in surprise, Syrius didn't even bother trying to find out what was going on. He just pulled out his phone, dialed 911 and spoke as he heard the pleasant female operator on the other end of the line. "I'd like to report a assault at Castle Apartments. Possible murder taking place. It's near the top of the apartments, tenth floor." He then hanged up before she even got a word of advice or anything in. He couldn't be traced, couldn't be ID'ed, couldn't let himself be on the digital world. Taking apart his phone and tossing the SM card, it's battery and the phone itself in different directions off the high building before climbing down a few stories to sit on another ledge. What would he choose to do? Would he continue being a thief and criminal? Or a brand new life? Pondering the question and recent events, Syrius glanced from one page to the other right alongside it, uncertain. What to do, what to do...?