[b]Esteban Kovaleski - The Beacon[/b] - [i]7:00 pm[/i]

A police department's hover car glided through the glamorous streets of The Beacon. The beauty of the sector was incredible compared to what Outward residents were used to. Unlike the gruesome trash that just stayed itself along Outward streets, The Beacon was mere perfection. It seemed completely white, a giant cloud of infrastructure. But this view was not new to Kovaleski. The thief - or gangster as some define him as - had been traveling in and out of The Beacon sector. He handled most of his business in the Wayward, intercepting shipments in and out of the city. The way he did this was by large investments, the right amount of money to the right people and one could go about like a ghost. And it wasn't just money to one person with all the power, it was to various people, some not even pronounced important to society. 

Some of his investments went to normal working citizens, but citizens who could pull various strings. These strings were mapped out throughout the entire new world. It was like a piece of art in Kovaleski's head. The thief new the correct people and had become really wealthy in his short time in Byzantium. Of course, he was hated by many and wanted in prison, but his connections did not allow his capture. All his [i][b]sins[/b][/i] were always forgotten or erased from existence. Sometimes, these [i]sins[/i] were produced by other people if you know what I'm talking about. 

But regardless all this information, Kovaleski had made a name for himself. The Russian Thief had now crossed into The Beacon and was being transported to the party of one of his benefactors to pay his respect. Well, in all honesty, he was going to the party itself, seeking drinks and women. He was accompanied by five of his best men; men trained to give their lives for their leader. Due to many people's desire to eliminate Kovaleski, he was always accompanied. There have been numerous occasions were Kovaleski stole from other notorious criminals. He climbed up the criminal ladder and has now become a legend amongst the Byzantium people. 

His vehicle suddenly paused before the giant stadium, all forms of vehicles parked around. The whole place was already packed, hardly any spaces for any more hover vehicles. But luckily, VIP personnel had their own little section to park. But as a classy man, Kovaleski opened the door and exited his vehicle, allowing the car to drive off to its parking space. Kovaleski fixed his tie and suit and walked in a stride towards the entrance, hearing the anticipation from the crowd as he made it inside. "Я приехал" (I have arrived)