"I'm a coffee shop owner," Cypher said, laughing. "The only other people who own one are a foreign prince, a soccer star and some hotshot lawyer so its the perfect cover ironically enough."<br/><br/>He drove off, taking twenty minutes to reach a small run down apartment next to an old baseball pitch. Sat outside on the steps was a young man playing a harmonica who nodded in greeting to Cypher.<br/><br/>"Who's the girl?" the boy asked. "You know he doesn't like unfamiliar visitors."<br/><br/>"She's fine," Cypher replied. "I wouldn't bring her here if I thought she was a risk." He turned to Clarice. "Clarice, meet Aaron, Myst's bodyguard. Looks harmless enough right now but he can shoot fire from his hands, really not someone to mess with if you're smart."