It was a cold, windy night in the City of Vale. Few people could be seen hurrying through the streets, most of them either on their way home from work or simply wandering with nothing better to do. The night was quiet and the streets were dark, lit up only by the street lights and occasional shop which remained open at this hour.
A sleek, black sedan had parked in front of a dimly lit storefront - an agreed upon meeting point for a particular team of students. A man was standing by the car, leaning against the hood with a lit cigarette in his mouth, his face partially illuminated by the embers. When the team arrives, he unlocks the car and gets in without a word. Only when they climb in themselves does he lock the doors and turn to them, revealing a well-tanned, handsome man in his thirties. His maroon hair is slicked back and tied into a bun on the back of his head, and his eyes are covered by sunglasses which give him a somewhat intimidating appearance, further accentuated by the black suit and tie.
The man raises the glasses up, however, revealing a pair of pale yellow eyes which scan the group with an intense gaze. "Hm. Doesn't seem like I've picked up anyone I shouldn't have. Name's Mordred Royale," he introduces himself, giving a twi-finger salute to the group before starting the car and driving onto the road.
"Ride's not long, so don't feel the need to strap in. Silica's probably given you the rundown already, but I'll go over it for ya once more just in case. We're heading to an underground club, which we suspect is being run using our company's money. We're mostly going in just to scope things out, but, as it goes, our only chance at getting in was by putting forth a fighter," he points his head towards Akel, "and taking part in their fight club deal."
"Since they'd probably recognize me as a Royale if I talked to them or got rid of my disguise, we also needed someone to play manager," he points to Rachel. "Someone who could talk our way in. Don't know how they check people before letting them in, but so long as you tell them that 'Gram' sent you, it should be fine. Meanwhile Prism, you'll be acting as our entourage until you get the chance to split off. Once you do, you'll need to get into the back somehow and find out anything and everything you can about the organization, and most importantly - who's funneling funds into it. There's a camera in the glove compartment if you think you'll need it."
The car slows down as it closes in on a shoddy looking building on the edge of town, a large, burly man in a tank top standing by the entrance. Mordred turns to the group once more. "If you lot need to get acquainted with one another, do it now. Doubt you'll get the chance later," he says before lowering his sunglasses. Then, after a short pause, he asks: "Oh, and you two are from Beacon, right? Do you happen to know a kid named Reginald? He's my nephew."