4:00 AM.
Forbes Avenue, near the University of Pittsburgh, was deserted.
Only the dim yellow glow of the streetlights illuminated the glistening, wet asphalt.
Ben Harris shook the can of spray paint in his hand.
The steel ball inside rattled against the can, making a sharp KLAK, KLAK sound.
The noise carried far in the silent night.
He wore a dark black hoodie, the hood pulled up to hide most of his face.
Beside him, Chloe was using a brush to slather a thick layer of paste onto the red brick wall.
She was an art student. Her long fingers were stained with multi-colored paints and white paste.
"Hurry up, Ben," Chloe urged in a low voice. "The glue is drying."
Ben stepped forward, pulled a huge poster from his backpack, unfolded it, and slapped it firmly onto the paste-covered wall.
He smoothed it out from the center to the edges with his palms, pushing out the air bubbles.
The poster featured the face of Leo Wallace.
But this was no official campaign poster.
