In a downtown duplex located in what would be considered one of the nicer areas to live in Dimitri sat in a chair situated in front of a large opened window with a glass of scotch in one hand, and a cellphone pressed against his ear,"So, i'm to just oversee this shipment of yours and nothing more? Well of course i'm going to take out whatever officer gets in the way, provided they aren't on your payroll. Half an hour? I'll be there.". Dimitri went to hang up the phone, then froze, "One last thing, if one of those so called "heroes" shows up, then my price doubles.No, it's nonnegotiable, fighting meta-humans isn't exactly easy. Very well then, i'll be seeing you.", Dimitri hung up the phone and drained the glass of scotch, "Blank, we have work down at the docks. Do you still have that escape route for if things get hairy?". Upon being called, Dimitri's MeChip conjured up the image of a man in a black suit and a pair of sunglasses, "[i]Which one? Pre or post transformation?[/i]", Mr.Blank asked with very little emotion, "Pre would be preferable. And before you ask, one of the non aquatic routes. The people at the dry cleaner gave me some odd looks last time I showed up with a bag full soggy clothes covered in seaweed.". Mr.Blank smirked ever so slightly, "[i]I'll be sure to check for a route that doesn't require that you swim.[/i]" he said before disappearing. Dimitri set his glass down onto the coffee table beside his chair and got up, "Alright, time to make some cash." he said as he began heading towards his door, pausing just long enough to grab his jacket -and the walther pk380 tucked in one of its pockets- before slipping out.

It was a nice enough day outside, hardly one to be wearing a turtleneck and jacket, however for Dimitri who had literally been made for desert warfare, it was somewhat chilly. The hired gun walked out into the parking lot to retrieve his vehicle -a fairly inconspicuous green jeep- and began his trek towards the docks, already spending his reward money mentally.