Waldo Mull was positively giddy. He'd been getting crank calls from General Xaviax, Lord of Ventara, Corporal Wilkins with Combat Logistics, and god knows what he was claiming to be or offer this week. But the latest prank had included an address where they could be found, as well as actual documentation that someone owned the building. Somewhere in this building, here in Japan, there was a man asking for a swift kick in the teeth. Or maybe a riot shield to the face. Or to lose his kneecaps. The point was, after so many phone calls at three in the morning, during business hours, and at dinner he was sick of it. He turned the Advent Deck over in his hands and nodded as he headed towards the apartments.