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The sound of screeching tires could be heard as a sable Porsche Carrera GT came to a stop in the Invictus' courtyard. The door swung open, and out-stepped Robert in sleek business attire. Upon closing the door behind him and locking his car, the hale fellow quickly made his way toward the entrance of the facility.

Once inside he approached the brunette seated behind the lobby desk, tapping on the counter-top to get her attention. "Yes I'm here to see one Fatin Alfarsi, I believe should would be interested in hearing my proposal."

Although obviously flustered by the man's good looks and general swagger, the concierge denied his request, stating that "Ms. Alfarsi isn't accepting guests at this time." Apparently she didn't know who he was, which didn't surprise him. Robert had just dropped off the map years ago, and was just deciding to throw himself back into the working world.