Vance had read on his diary that many fights would happen in the city of New York. So, he had put his second in command in charge of his organization and took a flight over there. Wearing a pair of jeans, a jacket, and a T-shirt underneath, he blended in quite well. Except for his muscles, they stood out like a sore thumb. So, just in case he were discovered, he wore a cap that covered his face from many security cameras. He couldn't afford to be caught by the police.

His only bag was one that carried a few changes of clothes and a laptop. His weapons would arrive by ship a few days later. Until then, the only weapons he could get were local ones. Puny and pathetic summed them up, not nearly capable of the power he liked to employ. He walked through the terminal, and hailed a cab. He took it to an apartment that his second had rented out for him for his stay, and sat down and turned on the television. It was the usual boring news, local stories of minor robberies. He laughed at the men who were caught, fools! They couldn't rob a bank if the tellers just handed over the money. However, after a few minutes he made a temporary bed on the couch, he needed to sleep off the jet-lag. He checked his diary, and saw no new fights in the immediate future. With that reassurance, he hit the hay and napped for a bit.