New York City, 1933. A smooth jazz spread through out the bar, the band playing a blues style tune. You sat alone, waiting. That’s when you heard the gentle tapping of boots against the hardwood floor. You could hear the shifting of a jacket as a figure sat beside you, a black fedora and mask on, with white mirror like goggles staring straight at you.

“It’s been rather quiet lately. But, there’s never a dull moment in this city. It’s quiet… too quiet. What do you think, partner?”