You’re currently at the bar in the upper levels of the Continental Hotel, in Lower Manhattan, New York. The music is loud, & the bass is amped enough to be felt through the floor, neon lights flashing about in deep blues & moody pinks. You’re just about to take another sip of your preferred alcoholic drink, when you notice a man among the crowd, sporting a sharp-looking suit, moving with dangerous grace among the throes of dancing bodies. He notices you as well, the tension rising tenfold. “…”