Dinner at Eight

Despite all of the training he had received, Kwan had to admit he was nervous. Though his training forbade emotional attachments, physical intimacy was not frowned on in the slightest; encouraged, in fact. Though he had slept with prostitutes from time to time, actually going on a 'date' had him as jumpy as a 14-year-old.

Heading back into his sparsely-furnished apartment, Kwan showered briefly before getting into uniform. Pulling up a floorboard, the secret compartment the monk had installed revealed several archaic weapons Kwan had brought from the monastery. Choosing a pair of bolas and a collapsible kama, the warrior decided to be prepared for the date even more. Though skilled in multiple forms of combat, Kwan rarely resorted to lethal **** when restraining individuals.

A few months after getting "assigned" to Century City, Kwan received a gift from Dr. Anton Adrienne, a master of the supernatural arts. Resembling a simple belt pouch, it was essentially a "Bag of Holding", capable of holding nearly 300 pounds of supplies. Selecting appropriate attire, Kwan attached the pouch to his belt, before heading out the window.

Hitching a ride via a train's rooftop, Kwan eventually made his way to the building's address that Menagerie had given him. Climbing up to the roof, the monk made his way down to the seventh floor. Moving quietly, nobody saw the man in black and green knock on one door.

The black lady who answered was nearly as tall as him, with a sexy athletic body and long dark hair.

"Please come in, Kwan." The apartment was decorated nicely; obviously, the woman made a decent living.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I . . . "

"Yes, Menagerie spoke with me as well. Relax a bit, Kwan-san."

"Sorry, but I don't even know what . . . "

"Oh, my mistake. Maybe this would help a bit." The lady touched a bracelet on her wrist. Immediately, her clothing changed to a jacketless tuxedo. Her hair, originally tied back, fell loose around her shoulders. A black domino mask appeared around her eyes.

"Is this better?" Kwan recognized her attire as the hero known as the Bouncer.

"Much." The breath Kwan didn't realize he was holding was let out. "When Menagerie said 'date', I was freaking out."