<div class="floatleft">(http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2010/12/14/alg_stephen_thompson.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Mr. Glass<br/><strong>Real Name:</strong>Christopher Cartwright<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York City, Downtown<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 10:00 Am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><strong>Content: </strong><br/><hr/><br/>It had been a pleasant morning thus far. Christopher had come to New York only a week earlier under the guise of working out of Cartwright industries offices there. What he had actually come for was anything but  mundane. New York was THE hot bed of mutant activity in the United States. This was the front line of the future. Between anti-mutant protesters and an unusually high number of incidents envolving mutants in the area Christopher knew this was where he needed to be. Eventually he would find an in. The were groups that worked behind the headlines that were making the world a better place and not just for mutants but everyone. All he needed was some way to make contact.<br/><br/>He had made a few inquiries but was getting nowhere. Money didnt seem to greese the wheels of the mutant underground like it did the criminal underworld. Still it was New York and Christopher had plnty to keep him busy.He had his car updated with a police and emergency scanner as well as hired a top notch driver just in case it was needed. A helicopter was on constant standbye at Cartwright tower and he had slipped a local reporter some juicy tidbits of high society gosip for a phone call should something come across his desk. Now he just needed to wait. Something would come up eventually...thats why he was here after all. He had the driver head toward Central Park. A relaxing set would be nice before any evening activities got underway.