The next day.
Monday.
Hawk, who had taken leave in advance last Friday, got up early that morning as well. But instead of heading straight to Calvin Cemetery in Glendale, he slung the golf bag he had bought yesterday afternoon—containing the five Chitauri alien weapons—over his back and took a cab to an orphanage... or rather, to a burrito shop not far away.
The shop owner was an authentic Mexican and seemed to know Hawk. He appeared somewhat surprised when he saw him.
"Hawk..."
But the owner quickly came to his senses. "Is it the tenth?"
Hawk nodded and took out the change he had prepared in advance from his pocket, handing it over.
After taking the money, the owner told him to wait a moment.
A little while later.
Two freshly made burritos were packaged up.
Hawk accepted them, thanked him, then slung his golf bag back over his shoulder and turned to leave.
About an hour later.
After walking around the nearby blocks with the golf bag on his back, Hawk hailed a cab with more than a dozen takeout bags in hand and headed for Calvin Cemetery.
Spanning Brooklyn and Queens, Calvin Cemetery had been established in 1849. It was an old cemetery.
By all rights, after all these years, Calvin Cemetery should have been packed to capacity.
And in fact, it had been.
But in 1984, Calvin Cemetery saw a turning point.
It was purchased from the New York City government.
That was right.
Calvin Cemetery became privately owned. Because of that, the newly private cemetery began a cleanup. Just three months later, Calvin Cemetery announced that it was reopening to the public, this time with plenty of plots available.
Don't ask why so many plots had suddenly opened up.
In any case, after Calvin Cemetery