[b]Meadowcreek Pines Apartments, Rm. 312
Old Downtown
Night City, CA[/b]

Tyler headed for the bathroom, feeling that the grime just from the bag alone was enough to warrant him cleaning himself up. He stared back at his reflection in the mirror. [i] Is this really the place to be? Is this what my life's become; a "Robin Hood" for hire, who helps the poor by dishing out "street justice"? All I seem to do is do nothing but make more and more enemies than what's good for my health.[/i] He washed his calloused hands with cold water and disinfecting alcohol. With a little bit of watered-down alcohol in his hands, Tyler took it to his face and smeared it for an impromptu facial cleanse. It wasn't some namby-pamby facial from Charter Hill, but... [i]eh, screw it![/i]

[i]Well, now what? I've had no clients come knock on my door in four days. Either, I've done my job to well or the bad guys killed all the good guys... In any case, this place is not the place to be for much longer.[/i] With that thought being a major downer, he needed a pick-me-up. He headed for his espresso machine in his kitchen.