Everett Royce, Bertram Green, Charles Hickman; so many names, so many mysteries. Standing atop the Administration Building observation deck some 250 plus feet in the air looking over the Columbian Exposition sprawled out before him, Lee Braxton couldn't help but be introspective. With the Midway far behind him with its circus like cacophony, Lake Michigan stretching out in the dusky blue of twilight before him, and the White City circled directly below him, Lee could only feel dumbfounded; like he was perched at the white pearly gates looking back at the chaos of his life into the dreamy waters of an uncertain future. He felt small and insignificant, yet somehow inspired and awed, and as the twilight gave way to night, the lights of the Fair burst on like thousands and thousands points of individual glory that brought pure joy. What a time to be alive in America! What a place to be! Like so many other visitors on the observation deck at that moment, a broad smile sprang to his features and a gasp of amazement breathed past his lips. A clamor of comments rippled through the crowd and for a few brief minutes they all shared a synchronous moment of togetherness at that singularly stupendous moment in their lives. New people flooded the deck from the Otis-Hale elevator in hopes of catching the last glimpse of the lights coming on, but it was too late and murmurs of disappointment could be heard as Lee decided to make his way back to the surface of the world.<br/><br/>He had been at the Fair all day and spent the tidy sum of nearly 5 dollars on amusements and trinkets. It was time to go in order to save what little he had left and to replenish it again. Thankfully, he had a cold one on ice ready for delivery to one Dr. Charles Grayson. Grayson was likely not the good doctor's real name, but when the good doctor met Lee, the resurrectionist would be introduced as William Wilde which was obviously not his real name either. Real names had become a thing of the past for Lee when he took on the unsavory, but highly lucrative, career of body snatcher and seller. Real names could never be known in such transactions to ensure the legal safety of all involved. However, he often reassured himself of his high moral standing on account of his 'wares' went to the learned likes of doctors and professors to advance the knowledge and technologies of medicine which in turn would help the suffering common man. On a good day, after a few drinks, Lee could convince himself that the law and morality was misguided and that he, in fact, was a good man and a hero for the macabre services he provided.<br/><br/>Lee begrudging passed through the Midway on his way out wishing all the while he could take in the after dark pleasures of the entire globe as they were laid out on the tawdry display of the Midway. Dancers, performers, and all kinds of people of all kinds of color, from all manner of different countries and cultures were there and Lee could easily imagine himself partaking of decadent smoke and strange brews in the back of some parlor tent with some exotically handsome gentleman who may or may not know English. The thought excited the corpse huckster though he knew full well that such ravenous appetites would not be sated that night. Business. He had business to attend to and had earned his good reputation in his business by being punctual and providing exactly what he was asked for with all the discretion necessary for his patrons.<br/><br/>He took the train out from the Fair, across the city to where he met up with the two men who'd provided the transportation of his wares on this job and on jobs he'd conducted in the past. They were the Rice brothers and they owned a block ice business delivering ice to businesses and wealthy homes in the area. They had a reputation for good service and that extended to Lee as well. Good, discreet, help was a necessity in his line of work, so he paid the Rice brothers well and they saw to it his transactions were handled properly. The good doctor arrived on time a quarter hour later and after a brief inspection of the item requested, cash and corpse were traded with mutual satisfaction. The Rice brothers were paid their second installment by the good doctor to complete the delivery and Lee was on his way, well-appointed once again. Under most circumstances he would close up shop and carry on with some night time activity, but it was a rare occurrence that on that night he had a second appointment. His reputation in the underground circle was known enough that he received referrals from trusted customers to new ones and the good doctor Grayson had set up such a meeting. Lee was to meet with a distinguished gentleman who was reported to be involved with some kind of cutting edge research in which supplies were incredibly difficult to come by. The good doctor Grayson felt Lee was the one man to be trusted with the job. Lee, while flattered, always approached any new job with speculation and care. He agreed to the meeting under the name William Wilde to be conducted at a gentleman's club where privacy and most class decorum would be observed.<br/><br/>Lee entered the club from the side entrance in the alley. He headed straight for the bar only garnering a couple head turns as he made his way through the smoky congested room. The establishment was busier than usual, which he attributed to the Fair, and most of the conversation he caught as a passerby seemed to be about the grand exhibits of the Fair. It turned his mind back to the Midway and he wrapped his fingers around the fresh payday that was in his pocket. Tomorrow he would be back there again, this time with no appointments to impede his pleasures. At the bar he ordered a single malt whisky, not too expensive and not too cheap. He always liked to appear middle class so as not to be taken as a desperate thief or a deviant bon vivant. He was just a working man making a living; being a hero for all those oppressed by illness and ailment. After receiving his drink, he headed to a back table on the balcony floor. It was mostly private aside from several gentlemen who came to a gentleman's club to really enjoy other gentleman. He passed those fellows by with just the barest of courteous smiles. It was a good place to sit for one who wanted privacy in public.