[center] [b]"Attention all passengers, we are now landing at the Chicago O'Hare International Airport. Make sure you do not forget any hand-held luggage and depart in an orderly fashion. We thankyou for flying with..."[/b] Was all that he was interested in hearing before being the the first to stand up from his seat, picking up his backpack and heading for the closest exit. He wasn't fast enough though since he somehow found himself waiting behind an old couple who wanted to make absolutely sure they didn't forget anything on the plane, Sylas sighed when the old lady reminded her husband not to forget his change purse for the 4th time before finally heading for the exit with slow and sure steps. After he finally managed to bypass them, he swiftly went to the big airport building, where once inside he had to wait in line like everyone else at the checkout, when it was his turn a rather raggedy looking Goat who clearly was having a bad day asked for his files in a tiered tone. Sylas handed him a card without uttering a word, the Goat took the card, slid it on the side of a scanner attached to a monitor and then a number of information about the black wolf in front of him appeared on the screen. The Goat only briefly skimmed over the info before handing Sylas his card back and muttered a hoarse [b]"Welcome to Chicago"[/b] before pressing a button which opened the doors for Sylas to pass. 

Once through customs, Sylas headed through the airport lobby with his heavy backpack in one hand, outside he saw that the clouds were gray and it was raining. With a weary sigh, he searched through his backpack and managed to find a small black umbrella which he opened once outside. The wolf then proceeded to walk towards the nearest station. Chicago, many people say its a great city for tourist yet in these 2 years that he has been traveling, this is the first time this black wolf arrived here. So far it didn't make such a great impression, though Sylas hoped that it would change once he met up with some old friends, perhaps they would show him the sights, tell him a little about the city, nice and simple stuff. He couldn't help but chuckle. Sylas gazed up at the cloudy sky which seemed to be weeping, its tears falling on the hard concrete of the streets and tall buildings. Somehow, the sky reminded him of home. Of Tottori and its people. A small town near the coast, Sylas spent the longest part of his life there living with his grandfather, learning and studying all he had to teach. He recalled some of the other small children that he sometimes played with when not engaged in physical and mental training, he especially remembered of a cute Tabby girl who used to shout out 'Ame ga futteimasu' whenever it rained as to announce everyone around of the sensational event. How strange, he didn't seem able to recall her name, or the names of any of the other kids for that matter. Was it really that long since he last saw them? Or perhaps he didn't really know any of them very well to begin it. Possible. With all the training and discipline, Sylas could be a child only in his spare time. 

He sighed, deeply. Not the time to be thinking about the past, 'learn from the past but do not dwell on it' his grandfather used to tell him along with some other teachings. Sylas picked up the pace, the rain didn't bother him but he was eager to get things done, to see if perhaps this place could offer him a clue about his destiny. So far in his travels he didn't achieve much, he saw a great many things and learned much but he still found himself hopelessly lost. If only he had at least the slightest of indications of what he was searching for. He managed to spot a taxi close to him, hoping in after the driver confirmed that it was vacant. Sylas then pulled out his phone and read the address he had saved as a text message. The driver turned on the taxing machine and they were of. On the road Sylas was gazing out the window, Chicago looked like a city that was booming with technology, he recalled reading that there were many businesses in this city and it was probably one of the best place if one planned to start a career in computer programming or anything else that had to do with the modern day techs. While he was starring out the window, the driver tried to do some small talk to pass the time, yet one could hardly describe this as being a conversation.

[b]"So I'm guessing you're not from around here aren't you?"|[/b]

[b]"No."[/b]

[b]"Let me guess...ummm...a tourist right?"[/b]

[b]"Yes"[/b]

[b]Wondering how I guessed?[/b] he was obviously smiling yet Sylas didn't pay him any mind

[b]No[/b]

[b]It's the clothes. I mean I could have assumed that maybe you are on some kind of a business trip...[/b]

[b]Mmm..[/b]

[b]..But well, what kind of businessmen wear denim jeans, a dark blue hoodie and a black jacket over that, right? ehehehe[/b]

[b]Mhm[/b]

[b] Lots of businessmen around though. Mhm, both from outside and from around town use taxis. Quite often.[/b]

[b]Mhm...[/b]

[b]Yea. You know, quick travel and so. Good for business also, my business I mean, hehe [/b]

[b]True.[/b]

And it went on like that for a while until they finally reached their destination. [b]Right, my man. Here we are. Hmmm...quite away from the town center this place. Well anyway, enjoy your visit. Oh, that will be..[/b] Sylas didn't wait for the driver to tell him the price and just handed him a 50$ bill and got off the car, he assumed it was more than enough since he could hear the driver cheering as he left. The wolf stood for a moment to drink in the surroundings. He appeared to be in a small, not very visited or populated part of town. Smaller buildings, mostly appearing to be large warehouses where one may establish a workshop of some kind. He checked the address on his phone again and then saw the exact number he was looking for scribbled on the side of one of those would-be workshops. He walked over, stepping over a small puddle that gathered in front of the fence gate which lead into the small concrete yard of the place. With quick steps he reached the main door and proceeded to knock on it 3 times. Nothing. After a little while he knocked some more and the door slid open on his last knock. Reluctantly Sylas pushed the door open all the way and muttered a [b]Shitsureshimasu[/b] to apologize for his intrusion before taking a step in, taking of his sneakers on the welcome mat and proceeding inside. He now found himself in a tiny condo-like room with a messy 1-person bed, a pliant wooden table with a half-eaten breakfast and a small, old TV hooked up to a game console on the opposite end of the bed. Not exactly what he was expecting but he couldn't fail to notice that there was no-one there.

That's when he saw the door.

On the wall opposite to the entrance there was a large metal door which stood out from the whole room. No door-handles, no windows, no apparent way of access.....save for the small console on the wall right next to the door. Sylas inspected the console and saw that it was a numeric pad. He looked over his phone again and punched in the numbers he was given. After a few brief moments the console displayed "CODE ACCEPTED" in green and then the doors slid open. Inside Sylas saw the rest of the building, a large latest-year laboratory, filled with sufficient tech equipment to do some serious scientific research. Sylas was wide eyed as he passed through the door and after a bit of skulking and gazing around, he noticed a figure standing on a chair in front of a large computer screen. This person didn't seem aware of the presence of the newcomer but the wolf knew better than to think that he was intruding, he was clearly expected. Sylas walked a few steps closer until he was relatively close to the person and then with a faintest of smiles on his snout he greeted him. 

[b]Hello, Wulfus-san. Pardon my intrusion[/b] [/center]