Amidst the hustle and bussle of New York City stood a large hotel/bar, upper class accomodations for it's residents, and one of the swankiest bars in manhatten. Quinn pulled up to the front, handing his keys to the young man to park he entered the bar, one of the employees offered to take his hat and coat, but James walked by him without saying a word. He took a seat at the bar and waved down the bartender "scotch" he said when she arrived, she quickly backed to prepare the drink as James look around the bar, wondering if his contact was here already.

A man in a crisp blue suit took a seat next to him, as the bartender returned with Jame's drink the man ordered his own. Once the lady left the man reached into his coat and pull out a folded envelope "We have an important job for you." he said as he slid the envelope towards James. James took the envelope and pocketed it "A hit, recon, infiltration, what kind of mission?" The man smiled "Undercover." The man replied. James took a sip of his drink, wondering why they would pick him for an undercover job. "Trust me, your the best man for the job, all the information you need to know is in the folder, including your new fake life." James finished off his drink and set the glass on the table, putting the money next to it "you know where to wire the payment." he said as he left the building.