Not more than two blocks from the park, the thundering of gunfire cut through the night air. A dark figure was moving along a sidewalk towards the park at a lunatic's pace, several mercenary men firing at him from a distance behind. The runner ducks off into the mouth of an alleyway, leaping onto a nearby dumpster before vaulting himself over the brick dead-end wall and into the park. The man landed in the glow of a streetlight, his orange and black striped body seen for but a split second before he continued toward the center of the park at a steady jog... He'd lost his pursuers for now... but it was only a matter of time before they'd catch on his trail again. The man stopped as soon as he caught a glimpse of the three strangers in the middle of the park, one of his hands disappearing under his black gunner's coat as he approached at a cautious pace... He lowered his figure closer to the ground and watched them speak from a safe distance of 60 paces, like a hunter stalking his prey...