The quiet rain was interrupted by the sound of a heavy motorcycle moving at a sedated pace through the dark streets. A slick looking motorcycle for the neighborhood, the rider looking a little less slick and more like the kind of drifter that drifted in and out of lock-up on a daily basis. He cruised to a stop by one building and consults his watch before turning off the engine and getting off. Cracking the knuckles of his right hand - sounding strangely like stiff metal and not flash - he then settles to wait against the wall, arms folded and head tucked down against the rain.