"Ladies and gentlemen, I am the next great magician, and I will give one hundred dollars to anyone who can tell me how this trick is done." At the mention of money, a few people turned around.

Jack Wilder jumped on a touring boat on the East River. He climbed to the top level, where the wind hardly blew through the air. Tourists were the easiest to trick and Jack knew it wouldn't be hard to entertain them. It would be good practice, if nothing else.

When he had their attention, he spoke loudly and clearly.

"I have an ordinary spoon from Mel's Deli right here in Brooklyn. Check it out." He held up the spoon and tapped it against the railing. People stood up to get a better look and pretty soon there was a crowd around him next to the stairs.

He shook out my hands to get ready. He then raised the spoon so it was eye level. "Now, everyone, please pay very, very close attention because I'm about to bend this spoon with my mind." He pinched the spoon around the throat in his right hand so that no one could see.

He slowly began to make it bend, holding out my left hand like he was twisting it from a distance. Once it reached a 90 degree angle, he held it up for all to see. Most everyone looked impressed and the hesitant applause grew more confident. Jack smiled at them.

"Thank you, thank you. Pass that around." He handed the spoon off and it was passed around. A nerdy-looking guy with thick glasses, dark curly hair, and a plaid tie made his way to the front of the crowd where Jack was standing.

"What's this?" the guy asked, pulling at Jack's sleeve. He took the spoon from the back pocket of Jack's jeans.

"What are you doing, man?" Jack demanded, grabbing his wrist. Without the guy noticing, he slipped off his watch and put it in his pocket.

The guy pulled the other spoon out of the sleeve of Jack's leather jacket. "Look at this," he announced, turning to show the crowd what he found. "Looks like we have a spoon and a stem." The crowd moaned.

Defensively, Jack said quickly, "I've got other tricks." The guy was a little too close, so he slipped his black leather wallet out of his jacket pocket and into his own which he didn't notice.

"Or you could give me my hundred bucks," the other guy insisted.

Someone else in the audience chimed in, "you said you would."

Jack sighed and took out the guy' s wallet and fumbled around for the cash.

The guy remarked, "nice wallet," with a smirk which was ignore.

"You have a very good eye, sir," Jack said, acting defeated, and handed him the hundred. It took all he had not to get too excited. This guy had way too much cash on hand. He tucked the wallet back inside his jacket and took the stairs down, pushing through the tourists on his way off the boat. The boat was just leaving again and he jumped the distance between the boat and the dock.

While that was happening, the guy with glasses just took notice that he was missing his watch. He then patted his back pockets to find his wallet but it wasn't there.

"Stop that guy!"  he yelled from the top of the boat. Jack kept walking quickly, like the commotion had nothing to do with him. "Stop that guy in the leather jacket! He's got my wallet!" the guy persisted. The line of waiting boating tourists made no move to stop Jack though.

Jack walked some blocks along the edge of the river before going down near the water and taking out the wallet.

Standing on the shore of the water, he rifled through the contents of the wallet he had stolen from the man. He took out the ID and the Credit Cards and threw them in the water. He counted out the cash and when he was done, he pocketed it and threw the wallet into the water.

Jack patted his pockets to check that his things were still in there.

Cash. Check.

Watch. Check.

Deck of cards. Check.

Spoons. Check.

Mysterious piece of card. Check.

Wait...

Frowning, Jack checked his back pocket again. Sure enough, there was something in there. Head tilted in confusion, Jack reached into his pocket and pulled the object out of his pocket.

Not an object, he realised. A card.

The front looked kind of like a Tarot card that spelled out 'death' and had a picture of a human skull with a grotesque red background. Shit, that's not a good sign. He flipped it over and there was an eye symbol in the middle of the card. Underneath the image, it said, 'March 29, 4:44 pm. 45 East Evan Street, NY, NY.'

Jack let out a soft, nervous laugh. Two days from now. Two days from now, he would meet the three people that had helped him in some way as a child. Two days from now, he would meet the other three horsemen. Two days from now, legends would be born.