A man in typical private eye garb walks through one of the city's seedier districts before stopping in front of a fairly opulent apartment building, which owes its pristine quality to the veritable platoon of armored mercenaries taking up its lower floor. The detective flashes his ID and takes the elevator to his office/apartment. Its door reads [i]J.M. Stephenson, Private Investigator.[/i] He's finally open for business.