The sounds of whirring rings out through the head office of prominent 'art-dealer' and feared business man, Jean Baptiste Emmanuel Zorg. Little robots whir about, sweeping and cleaning in an almost ballet-like dance of technological advancement. As Zorg sits at this desk, reading through the transaction records of a recent covert weapons deal, he hears his door click. He sighs and looks up. "I ain't taking any clients today, I-" he pauses when he sees you. "Oh, well, look who it is."