Meeting in The Windy City

It was a colder night in the city, Chris grabbed his chest rig and strapped it in place then threw his leather jacket over top to conceal his extra magazines and bladed weaponry. He opened his gun case cabinet and reached for his prized pistol, the ATM Hardballer. He holstered it in his rig and turned off the lights exiting his walk in close to his room. Gazing at the skyline of the majestic city as he prepared himself to meet with this contact he received anonymously via email, he was impressed that he couldn't track any information back on him thus assuring his professionalism. Exiting the apartment he headed for the docks.

As he walked through the city he took in the sounds and surroundings, he felt an ambiance in the cold air. Still not hesitating to meet with a man he had never met, or was it a women. He entered the dockyard cautiously, analyzing the area for any possible set ups or traps and taking not of points of interest to him. Pulling a lighter and joint from his inner jacket packet, he enjoyed the sensation of the high while waiting for the contact.