A new beginning. (Travis)

He was enjoying a nice bath in a hotel in chicago, just taking his mind off of work. So much stealing, blowing up part of the city and trying to convert some FBI agents to his side. He liked to keep tabs on the american government, so he wouldn't be in trouble. Many other problems were surfacing, so he wasn't the object of everyone's attention for now. Getting out of the bath, he groomed himself before heading over to his laptop. There was a strange message on it, it said someone had a job for him and would pay handsomely. Maybe it was a trap or his exploits had reached the ears of some high up bosses.

Looking over the message the meet up spot was in Canada? That would be a new one for him, pulling up the data and finding out some fancy hotel. This looked like more of hit job, it didn't matter to him right now. He replied to the message and would be in Canada in the morning, looking out at the night sky of Chicago. It was a really enjoyable view, but duty calls. Arekusa would check out of the hotel, walk to the parking lot and hopped on. Revving the engine, he would take off into the night sky on his way to Canada. After a few hours of flying and he would be in the town of Toronto, Ontario.

Landing on the roof of the hotel, he waited for whoever he was suppose to be meeting in his biker gear or even one of his henchmen. He must have booked some important room at this high end hotel.

Alpha had set up the meeting, looking through the channels of superhuman criminals for ones that he could at least expect to be both efficient and expedient. Everything upon that moment had been prepared, not a single thing left unaccounted for before he would contact them, let alone set up the meeting place. Make no mistake, they were contacted, once Alpha had made sure to secure a meeting place and a time for that meeting, waiting in the most expensive suite money could possibly buy. He was dressed up in his usually, black jeans, black shirt under a black leather jacket and a black mask over that. He would have Omega meet the man wherever they landed, and lead them from there, and if Alpha knew anything, it would be on the rooftop. So that was where the male waited, dressed similarly to him, with arms crossed over his chest and waiting for them to arrive.

As Alpha had expected, they would arrive via the roof, not that Omega had been too surprised about that. It wasn't as if he made a habit about being wrong, so he would keep any comments to himself. Making a small waving motion with his hand, Omega would hope the male could guess that he was the person he was supposed to be meeting. ”You're right on time.” He would say in a filtered voice, strange grey eyes peering out through the openings within his mask. He hadn't been followed, or so the superiority range had shown him, meaning that they could continue with the meeting. ”Now, I won't waste too much of your time. Come with me, and we can begin the business portion.” With a motion of his hand, Omega would hope the male followed before leading him into the building.

If they did follow, they would be led through the building until at last reaching the suite itself. Lavishly furnished with the lights all turned on,  a bottle of wine prepared and kept cool within a small container of ice, with Alpha sitting on one of the plush couches. He was reclined, one leg crossed over the other and hands clasped together. ”Take a seat, i'm sure we have much to discuss.” With a casual gesture, he would motion too a near by chair for the villain to sit.

When he reached the hotel roof, a man was waiting for him. He didn't seem special, yet he was wearing a mask. To hide his face? Why was it always the same thing with evil bosses, but it didn't matter. Following the mask stranger to his master, he would find that the hotel was nice enough for him. When he reached the evil chambers of the suite, the mastermind was sitting in a chair with some wine at his side.

He spoke for only a few moments, before he would direct his attention to the chair in the room. Did he really want to sit there? Or stand up until he could find out about the man that he was speaking with at this moment in time. Not showing fear of any new player in town, he would take a seat and looked at him from inside of his helmet.

“Yes we do, but please enlighten me. How did you find out about me? What does someone of your wealth want with my special set of skills?” He said, showing no hint of fear of the man in the room with him.

If anything, Alpha could say they looked much like the many images that he had seen of him, dressed in black with the helmet over his head. His fingers intertwined, the sound of the leather rubbing against itself reaching his ear while he continued to consider him, analyzing his posture with an almost superhuman ease. They showed no fear by accepting the seat he had offered, which was good, Alpha did not like fear within potential employees, it lead to weakness and then mistakes. ”I have my ways of finding out about a good many things. Especially a rising star like yourself.” A small pun on his part, but a modicum of flattery was woven into the statement as well.

”As for the why of the matter, I want someone killed. Wiped from this earth, though the official term if I remember is assassination.” He would wait for their reaction, perhaps asking how much he would be willing to pay, who he wanted to dead, so many questions prior assassins all asked. Alpha was very generous when success had been achieved, but otherwise he tended to be less than favorable.

The man was strange to say the least, he had sources of information. Must be his money doing the talking, it was something he had, but Black Star preferred the old fashion way. Looking straight at him from behind his helmet, he was scanning the entire room and the hotel database. What room this was, who rented it and the results in case of a false name under the registration.

When the pun came into play, he would mentally face palm himself. What was this guy trying to be? A comedian or someone that wants things to get done. When he brought up the matter at hand, he only smirked at the offer. Assassination was one of his finer skills of his trade, but he was hoping to up the ante sometimes.

"I was expecting something more challenging, who do you need killed? Must be someone important, if you called me here and don't want to be in the picture. How much is the dead man's head worth and who is the lucky dead man?"

The man seemed to bring up money, but then again who did not like the idea of monetary compensation. ”Trust me, they will be far more challenging than you think.” Alpha noted with a smirk hidden behind his mask, compiling the required data within his mind, which only took around three seconds. ”Their name is Archibald Snyder, a giant within genetics research. They will be your target, I do warn you that they are heavily guarded. The pay however, i'm sure two million would suffice.” Typically mercenaries would do almost anything for this kind of money, but then again he could only guess. ”Can you do it?”