Tésíx Xiroh, preferably known as Taylor Sovereign, dried his lengthy raven locks with a fluffy white towel as he moved from the bathroom to his living room, plopping onto the dark microfiber couch behind a cheaply-made, black coffee table. Once he felt it was sufficiently dry, he tossed the damp towel onto the coffee table and picked up a brush, running it through shiny, well-cared-for hair. His hazel gaze found the Television remote and he hit the power button, the huge, 4K TV coming to life with a Jo-Jo logo on screen before the voice of a newscaster droned about the day's events. Tésíx barely paid the flat voice any mind as he pulled on a comfy gray T-shirt and stood from the couch to retrieve his leather holster before falling back onto the cushion. He pulled the custom-made beast from its holster, examining the platinum-plated Desert Eagle carefully, running a thumb over the sword engraved on the slide. Skillfully, he disassembled the firearm, inspecting its components before reassembling it.<br/><br/>"<i> A gruesome massacre occurred this afternoon at the construction site of the new Moreshire building. Nine individuals were found dead."</i><br/><br/>Tésíx's eyes flicked from his gun to the screen. It seemed another job was on the way. He holstered his weapon and slipped on the leather straps, ensuring his magazines and firearm were secure. His red-leather trenchcoat slipped on like a glove. It was his trademark, after all. Steel-toed boots were tightly laced. Heavy denim pants with a thick leather belt were already on. The skilled "Fixer" shifted the blinds aside, staring out the window at the mega-city below, bathed in the orange and pink hues of evening light. His dwelling was on the top floor of a 50-story apartment building, and he had little resistance from the landlord sound-proofing and hardening his particular apartment. Money talked, and it talked in a silky-smooth, irresistible tone.<br/><br/>Tésíx closed the blinds and turned off the TV before pulling his burner phone off its charger. The older, sturdy Lokia brand phone could make calls and send texts. That's all. It was the perfect burner phone, popular with fixers and criminals alike. One-button data deletion. Unhackable. Its battery didn't need charging for up to a week. That didn't stop him from getting the latest Dammerung Universe 10 though. The camera, microphone and GPS uplink were all professionally removed by a more electronically inclined fixer. Safety came first.<br/><br/>The burner phone emitted a pleasant jingle and vibrated in Tésíx's hand before he answered it, knowing full well who it was.<br/><br/>"Devil May Cry." The skilled fixer's voice was smooth, followed by a chuckle. "I'm kidding. What's the job?"