Collin was driving his mustang through one of the secret passages that led to the Guild's main base of operations. Collin had a busy night, "fighting crime". He first halted a ship approaching the harbor loading cocaine for the Colombian cartel. He tied up the crew and sailed the ship as close to the harbor as he could without damaging the ship as he wasn't much of a captain. Once the cops came, as late as always, he then went to a meth lab which he busted and subdued the people inside. He again, waited for the police to arrive before he left for his next caper. The next place he got to was an underground weapons store. He knew he couldn't go in there straight away because he'll be met by a wall of lead. He instead took out the main electric switch which turned off the light in the building. It was pitch dark but Collin could see the place well enough. He took them down and cuffed them. Oddly enough, some of the people there were gun enthusiast and collectors who either wanted to get a low price for a rare gun or a gun that couldn't be bought on the open market. Neither the less, they would have to be taken to court too. He waited for the police, who were now hot on his tail, getting their within seconds of the bust. He then went after his goal of the night, an old friend of his. He went to the house of Michael "Murder Mike" Dela Cruz, the 777 Mexican cartel's head honcho in Bay city. He got he's baseball bat and sneakily got into the compound of the mob boss. He snuck inside the garage and smiled as he smashed the ever-loving shit out of his favorite car, a Ferrari 458 spider. He then spray-painted the car with pink and white colors. He took a look at his master piece before hurrying out the door. It took a while for the mob boss's guards to figure out what was happening. Collin watched from a far as he saw Dela Cruz yelling at his guards while knelling in front of what used to be his car. 

Collin parked his car in the parking lot where only a few other vehicles where also parked. He headed inside, taking his duffle bag filled with his equipment with him. This was one of the few times he visited in the base without any assembly or emergency. Usually, he would stay at his home but this time the base was a nearer location and he was in desperate need of sleep. As he headed for his chamber, he smelled something coming from the kitchen. Basil, salt, paper, bay leaves, beef... steak? Someone was cooking steak this early in the morning? He dropped his bag off at his room and headed for the kitchen. It was Takeshi, Collin should have known. 

"Got any coffee? I'm dying for a cup." Collin said as he entered the kitchen.