An encrypted transmission directed to the Reaver Mercenary Group

[Dusty Lens]

He hated Manhattan.

Like as not it wasn't fair that an entire planet, let alone one flush with such diversity and cultural heritage as this one suffer under the blanket of his ire but, well, there you have it. No matter which side of the world he was on, slums or posh quarters such as this, it would be a world tinged with bitterness and loss.

Daniel stepped out of his cab before the highrise/whatever it was of choice... Seemed like it woulda been a better idea to try and arrange this meeting in some sort of semi traceable location but, eh, if something happened revenge'd be coming sooner or later. Maybe. Likely not. Wouldn't be his issue then anyways.... And sauntered towards the apartment complex/something else. The gent tending the gate was quick to assume the "excuse me, sir" look at the less than terribly opulent travel clothes of our narrated hero, but relented when presented with the invitation forwarded by Evangeline.

With that he buzzed the intercom.

Hi. Daniel Conner of the Reavers here. Ready when you are.