It had been long, too long. Nighthawks stride down the corridor was swift and quiet, proud and disciplined. The signature sunglasses covering his eyes, his face emotionless. He turned the corner into Ambrosia. It hadn't been the same since "Iceman" wasn't around anymore, none the less, he decided to visit again. He scanned the room quickly before watching most people turn their heads. The same old procedure, the guy in sunglasses and the gray overall shows up and everyone watches. He shrugged it off and headed to the booth on the far side of the room, the same booth he and Iceman shared. He sat down and took out his data-pad, going through reports.