Tyler made his way out of the massive steel elevator, into the marble clad lobby that made up the huge Hunter Corps. main lobby. Jim was already awaiting Truth’s arrival with a folder full of photographs and police reports. By now, this was nothing new to Tyler, Jim and Mr. Hunter had been feeding him leads on up and coming criminals for months now.<br/><br/>“Who the fuck is she?” Tyler asked flippantly, selecting one of the more racy photographs to observe. “And why should I give a shit?”<br/><br/>“She is the newest criminal to display super-human abilities- and aside from the obvious, you should give a shit because the police have been unable to identify or apprehend her.” Jim replied, already impatient with the familiar round-about of selecting a target for young Tyler. “Rumors have been spreading, that this criminal works the day shifts as an exotic dancer. Though no club has been identified, the rumors about her alter-ego persist. In order to follow the evidence, we’ll need someone on the inside to observe and report the comings and goings of the exotic dancer community-”<br/><br/>“Wait!-” Tyler interrupted, suddenly very interested in the project. “You’re asking me to spend my days in strip clubs? To follow the strippers around and see what they do when they’re not getting naked for cash?”<br/><br/>“In essence, yes. We need you to delve into the seedy world of exotic-”<br/><br/>“I’ll do it!” Tyler shouted before Jim Crowe had finished. “Bring on the hot, naked bitches!”<br/><br/><div align="center">***</div><br/>It was the middle of the afternoon on a Monday and Tyler was still at work, caressing the asses of strangers and drinking hard liquor far beyond the limit of excess.  By now, he had transitioned to expensive bottles of champagne, buying private dances from any girl who looked even remotely like the profile he had been selected to investigate.<br/><br/>“Hey!” Tyler shouted after the black girl who seemed to be averting her eyes. “Yo! What’s your name, boo? I’m lookin’ for a private dance. Do you like cash, money?”<br/><br/>Tyler smiled wide, as she looked back at him. He held up his massive roll of hundred dollar bills to her view.<br/><br/>“I’m really lonely. Won’t you show me a good time, in this- my time of need?”