The Hunt Begins

A crow flying high above the buildings at dawn, changes its course at the last second so violently a couple feathers are knocked loose by the sudden course correction and the feathers float towards the streets below, it avoids the small black orb floating above the city.
 
The feathers spin and flutter downward, landing not far from a dark cloaked figure, his bolero hat casts his face in darkness, he eyes the street, but at the same time looks down upon the street he stand. A view from his drone far above, projected to his mind.
 
Nothing picked up here, in the shadows and the sky, they move on to the next city block.