Shielded by four concrete walls beneath the Philips Arena stands, only one of which deviates from the off-white color scheme of yesteryear, our protagonist lounges in a chair waiting for his moment.
The room could pass for a low-budget classroom without desks, dimly lit by two caged fluorescent lights nestled into the ceiling. Boxes are scattered about and in the right corner closest to an exterior hallway resides a bathroom, otherwise known as a dressing room in this scenario. No music plays. The pregame meal is an impromptu burrito buffet complete with steak, various salsas and plastic plates. Only iPhones and a flatscreen TV airing the upcoming Hawks-Thunder game separate the scene from that of decades past.
Our protagonist, dressed in all black, eats his meal and checks with his manager. There is a sense of heightened alertness. The agenda has changed. They are now scheduled to follow the first quarter instead of the third. All is set in motion.
Veering left into the hallway...