Tyler looked back out into the night sky. His eyes were cold void of all emotions except anger. He looked down at the bustling city below him as if waiting for something to happen. Finally, he took one step forward and began falling 15-story from the roof of the hotel. He landed on his feet barely breaking a sweat. Behind him stood about 20 people all like Tyler, dressed in all-black suits and wearing gloves as if they were going to a funeral. In front of them was a row of black luxury hearses with a driver standing in front of each passenger door. “Let’s go,” On Tyler’s order, the people behind him all climbed into the front seat of the hearses and the cars drove away splitting up at the intersection.
A few minutes later Tyler arrived in front of a hole-in-the-wall bar. The streets were
