<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/mDV66ep.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Oscar Valdez<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Around 0900 hours.  63 Wall Street, New York, New York.  Penthouse.<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Blue-grey business jacket and slacks.  White dress shirt.  Black shoes.  Black sunglasses.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The car door had only been closed for but a moment before the peaceful ride had went down hill.  All it took was a look from the man at his side, the man in the suit behind the wheel, to take one look at Oscar before the disgust came apparent.  “For fuck's sake.” The man behind the wheel said, turning his head to what had been deemed “the package”, before turning his eyes back to the streets, trying to navigate away from the pickup area in front of the hotel.  “Are you already fucking drunk?”<br/><br/>A silent shrug was the only response Oscar Valdez gave at first as he reached into the pocket of his suit jacket.  “I prefer to call it 'living life to the fullest'.” He grumbled out, extracting a pair of dark sunglasses and shoving them on his face.<br/><br/>His head leaned back against the headrest, nestling in between the narrow space between the seat and the door.  He didn't need to open his eyes to know the agent behind the wheel had exchanged a worried and angry glance with the other man behind the wheel.  He also didn't need to ask about the gun that was undoubtedly at the ready by the agent sitting behind him.  The mistrust, the anxiety, was clear, the air so tense that the smooth jazz playing softly upon the radio did nothing to lower the tension.  It brought a slight smirk to his unshaven face.  God, how he missed it.<br/><br/>Even the hangover, courtesy of the Federal Government. The maids of the hotel he had been checked out of would be earning their paycheck after the previous night.<br/><br/>The car began making it's way to the south along the East River.  It amazed him, to be out and free.  A few days ago, he had been sitting in the confines of his cell in Super-Max, enjoying the finest gruel the Federal Penitentiary System had to offer..  Keeping company with terrorists and murders.  Amusing.  Security, he had been told.  Too dangerous to be left alone with all of the things he had done in the name of freedom, too dangerous to be killed for nearly the same reasons.  Locked away, and the key thrown away, or so he thought.<br/><br/>When the vehicle came to a stop, Oscar opened his eyes from beneath the sunglasses, looking up at the building.  Snazzy, he thought to himself.<br/><br/>“You're to go in, take the elevator up to the penthouse.” The agent of the unknown agency said.  “After that, you're on your own.”<br/><br/>Oscar nodded his head, as he looked up at the building.  He turned in his seat, looking at the two agents.  “Well boys, it's been a fun ride.” He said.  When no pleasantries were exchanged, Oscar merely smiled as he opened up the door and climbed out.  “Smell you later.”<br/><br/>The agents waited in the car, waiting for him to make a move, undoubtedly hoping he'd run, after the hell he had put them through.  If he wasn't so sure they'd shoot him, he would have played with their heads a bit.  Instead, he pushed up the sunglasses, straightened the white shirt beneath the blue-gray blazer, and began to make his way inside the building.  Truth be told, he wasn't entirely sure what he was getting himself into, as he stood on the sidewalk.  But the choice had been clear.  More work, a little freedom, or sitting in a cell for the rest of his life waiting to die.<br/><br/>Solitary sucks.<br/><br/>The elevator took him up to the penthouse, not stopping at all until the penthouse level.  A pair of doors waited him, beyond it, with technical doo-dads and thingy-ma-bobbers.  It had taken him a moment to figure out to put his palm upon the digital pad, to lower his shades and show his dark brown eyes before the thick, heavy security doors unlocked and swung open to reveal the inner sanctum.<br/><br/>A whistle of being impressed escaped his lips as he looked around.  Fancy, Oscar thought to himself as he looked around the place.  Whoever was footing the bill had some extra cash to boot, it seemed, after doing a bit of exploring.<br/><br/>It sure as hell beat the little one cell cinder block Hilton he had been staying at recently.<br/><br/>The first one there, it seemed.  He was tempted to claim dibs on one of the bedrooms, but thought better of that.  Especially once he stall the stocked fridge just waiting to be taken advantage of.<br/><br/>When he opened the doors to the fridge, a sigh escaped his lips.  “Hello, beautiful.” He said with a grin.<br/><br/>After a few moments, Oscar Valdez entered the space that seemed set for them.  The small meeting room, where he was the first to enter.  With a sandwich, and tall glass of orange juice, he settled in at his designated space with his sunglasses still in place, looking more appropriate for some casual lunch than what was the biggest business opportunity of his life.