Xander takes a look at his commlink, starts to erase the message, then realizes he can't be choosy. Out of habit he starts to set his alarm for 0500hrs to harness his Combativeness: what the superstitious would say is binding a combat spirit or elemental (or whatever other nonsense they choose to call a mental construct). At the last second he remembers that his reagents, or at least the bulk of them, were locked up in the saddlebag of his Kabuyara when it was stolen.Fraggin' Knight Errant. Never a cop when you need one and always one around when you don't.
In the morning Xander gets up, looks down the hallway, decides there are too many people in line waiting to use this floors shower room and goes back in and makes himself a faux peanut butter and jelly sandwich. At least the peanut flavored soy kind tastes like peanuts. Breakfast done, he heads off to his closet and takes out his suit. Needs pressing but not too badly. It'll have to do for today.
Fifteen minutes later, Xander's headed out the door. Some of the street punks glance at his clothes. They all remember what happened the last time someone tried to rob him but sooner or later greed is going to overtake caution and someone's going to try again. But today was not that day and Xander leaves without incident.
Later, arriving outside the "Hand of God', Xander pays the cabbie. Being tight on funds and not knowing how long it's going to take, he decides not to have the cab wait. Xander contemplates allowing his Combativeness take over in case this is a set-up. If this ain't a set-up I might be insulting the Johnson- and you never insult the Johnson. Oh well.
Xander strides up to the door and enters.
