After a cursory glance, making sure the documentation was in order, the security clerk handed the passport back to the man standing before him. “Welcome to Paragon City Mr. Dominick.”

“Thank you.” The man placed the passport within the left inner pocket of his richly made Cashmere jacket. Readjusting the strap of the black leather laptop case on his shoulder he walked forward and joined the crush of humanity heading towards the luggage carousels.

After spending a few moments retrieving a medium-sized Tumi garment bag the man strolled towards the exit, his attention fully on the path in front, his calculating brown eyes scanning the multitudes of people scurrying about.

Joshua Dominick experienced no problem in winding his way through the masses; towering at six foot five he was able to view the surroundings over the heads of others, though his steps sent him in a straight line for the sliding glass doors. People had sensed the need to avoid the man, swerving to the side as they came close.

He carried his two hundred and fifty pound frame with ease as the glass doors slid open at his approach. The noises held at bay from the barrier now could be heard, varied languages as people greeted those they have not seen for a spell, sounds from vehicles jockeying for positions. Ignoring the clatter Joshua scanned either side of the walkway then finally moved towards a black limousine; its driver standing patiently next to the rear passenger door.

With but a glance at the approaching man the driver moved to open the door and after handing the garment bag to the driver Joshua slid into the vehicle. While waiting he placed his case on the leather seat across from him and began to pour himself a drink from a bottle of Scotch at the mini-bar.

A moment later the driver enters, the door softly closing. With but a word the man offers a soft vinyl folder. Empty glass in hand Joshua takes the folder. “Thank you Crayton,” and placed the item on top of his personal case, settling back into his seat.

With a trifling purr the limousine came to life “Twenty minutes until arriving at the hotel, sir,” states Crayton. The vehicle pulled away from the curb into traffic and heads to the city proper.

Joshua Dominick gazed upon the landscape, the various sights rolling past displaying the citizenry and culture of Paragon City. His deep brown eyes soaked in the presence of everything outside, similar to a predator judging prey. While he had reviewed the varied zones of the city couple days earlier, before making the decision, witnessing the concrete jungle first hand proves invaluable.

Twenty minutes later the limousine arrived at a waterfront hotel in Talos. With laptop case and folder in hand, Joshua headed up to his penthouse suite, bypassing the jovial manager wishing to describe the services that will be provided, though in more words than needed. That job was handled by Crayton who gently steered the overeager man away from his employer.

Inside his suite Joshua laid out the garment bag on the bed then pulls the zipper down releasing the contents inside. Satisfied, especially after checking that the two trench knives – handles made of polished ivory – were unmoved from their compartments, he wandered to the lone desk in the room. Setting the folder down Joshua takes a seat and opens the folder.

Joshua Dominick, also known as Huntmaster in very secluded circles, peers at the contents of the folder - a single piece of paper and attached by paperclip a photo of his next target……

Rowr.