Elsewhere- from an establishing shot of views of New York City- the dark city was shrouded by rain and bright ethereal lights from tall skyscrapers. Then as the scene descended from the sky into a blackened corridors of an alleyway... a figure is seen in a long black trenhcoat arriving at a door... he knocks on it... and then the peephole opens slightly before closing suddenly shut. You hear a series of clicks followed by the door suddenly opening. The figure standing out side in the cold rain- enters the joint and passes people dancing and drinking heavily to the sound of La Roux playing at the bar.
As the view zooms in on the figure's face- now silently an unemotionally... it was Richard Arcane.
A well dressed gentleman approaches Richard and whispers into his left air. Richard responded with a nod and takes his gaze off of the band playing
Watching Richard from his back- he enters through another door into a private lounge where only one person was in- sitting- at his lonely table. Richard stops in front of the table and greets him with one word, "brother."
Alexander Arcane: I trust everything is in order?
sits down in front of his brother Richard Arcane: Very much so. You were right all along about Charon-
::sips on a martini:: Alexander Arcane: Something is troubling you?
Richard Arcane: NSA.
Alexander Arcane: Hmph. Reverend Jones is blindly creating the chaos we so desperately need to take over the Technocracy. But we need that brat of a child, Crimson, and that is why YOU will execute the phase. Hey, don't sweat it. In the meantime, brother, get some rest. You look horrible... get a shave while you are at it. I'll make some calls.
