Lance glanced at his watch, inspecting the time. “21:00” He told himself, letting the numbers roll over his tongue before he decided on his next course of action. He had just gotten back from Europe and was feeling surprisingly no jet lag. He was entranced by the familiar surroundings of his old town. He walked across the street and found himself standing Joe’s bar. He grinned as he remembered all the good times he had here. This place had made him a man. He had worked part time here in his younger days. Something that had rewarded him a unique skillset.<br/><br/>He entered the establishment and made his way over to the bar. He clasped the old man on the shoulder and smiled. “I see the scotch hasn’t killed you, yet.” He was rewarded with a punch to his ribcage, followed by a hug. The two of them chatted for a bit about the good old days, while Lance picked up some rumors from the old man. Apparently his favorite bowling alley had been destroyed, his ex had gotten married and his friend Thom had another baby. Grabbing himself another drink he took a seat at the bar and spun around. The hunt was on!