Michel tugged at his collar, he'd rather wear a t-shirt like always but... somehow that didn't seem like an option. He had to admit it was a nice suit, black jacket and tie, with shoes to match, probably worth some cash if he knew such things. Over his shoulder slung a purple duffle bag quite frankly contrasted poorly against  the black of his clothes. Looking back to that morning, with the suit and bag appearing in his hotel room over night with no explanation beyond a small note, [b]Dress Smart[/b], had to be the work of his brother, straight to the point like that. 

The rookie stepped onto the glass elevator, the Venom building was quite nice honestly didn't expect a group of hired killers to have such a nice set up, looked so normal as well, if he didn't know any better he'd assume to be any other high rise. The receptionist scrawled the room number on a scrap of paper, 21D, top room if he understood right, which wasn't a bad thing by any means. No one has told him much about his roommate and partner/mentor other then her alias of Cipher, and uh well the fact its a she. Michel was used to this type of thing anyway, came a lot with family matters, this for sure being one, he still couldn't grasp why father wanted him to work with Venom in the first place. 

[b][i]*DING*[/i][/b]

Top floor, and down the hall was it, 21D, his home for the foreseeable future. Michel stood in front of the door as if unsure for a moment, until he gave himself a mental shake and landed a few heavy pounds, just to make sure she wouldn't miss him. 

"Uh yeah, I was told to come here, anyone home?" 

Pretty weak introduction really... but what would he say anyway? Hell could also be possible he got the wrong room, wouldn't that be a great way to start day zero.