-- Desmond - 113 Plaza Street - Around Midnight --<br/><hr/><br/>Not far behind Aryl was another man decked out in the sort of electronics and fashion (http://img846.imageshack.us/img846/4475/technomancercyborg.jpg) one would normally expect to see under a pulsing strobe light in some underground club, not skulking about an grimy old warehouse in the dead of night.  It was impossible to tell exactly what he was behind those thick yellow lenses installed in his mask, and considering the locale that was probably the intention.  Desmond's PAN was in ghost mode, and his SIN was set to one<em>Phillip Delacroix</em>, a person that for all accounts and purposes did not technically exist.<br/><br/>The emptiness of the lot was comforting, but the way he kept scanning the area made it clear that he was on edge.  He entered the warehouse not thirty seconds after Aryl, but did so with a practiced cautiousness.  It'd be far too embarrassing if his career ended before it had the chance to begin.