He was dressed in old jeans and a mid length black leather jacket. He wore a dark blue baseball cap, with the visor pressed down to conceal his identity as much as possible. A nylon duffel bag was strapped across his back. His head still throbbed from the night before, no amount of aspirin seemed to help. He walked over and pretended to read the menu on the window to a restaurant at the corner, trying to blend into the busy street. From his vantage point he could see the newly constructed military checkpoint on the near side of the Mass Ave Bridge. Where he stood, the arc of the bridge prevented him from being able to view the checkpoint on the far side. Though, he knew it was there. The sun was setting fast, but there was still enough light to observe the checkpoint. It appeared to be hastily constructed using large pre-cast concrete blocks to form a roughly ten foot by ten foot square bunker with a single steel door and no windows. The edifice was situated half atop the sidewalk and half jutting into the street.
