Enter, The Dragon.

The sun had just dipped down below the horizon, leaving the New York skyline bathed in deep crimson when the small jet made a smooth landing onto the runway at JFK and rolled into a private area for disembarking. Amidst a flurry of activity the ground crew began transferring the plane's luggage to a waiting helicopter and wheeled a ramp into place for the occupants as the Draconis I's door swung open.

First to exit was a young woman, busy typing into the tablet PC she held as she yelled into her earphone over the engines' whine. Polished and all business, she hurried down the steps. Once she reached the bottom, she stepped aside and started speaking with the pilot of the 'copter. After she was satisfied, and had glanced around to confirm the area was now completely in shade she motioned up to a large wall of a man at the jet's door. He turned and made his way into the cabin of the plane.

Xander was reclined back in one of the plushy padded leather seats, several files open on a table in front of him beside a slim laptop as he reviewed the information his people had gathered for him. His violet eyes never even looked up when his bodyguard stepped back into the room.

Mr. Sans? It's time, sir.

Standing, X stretched slowly, letting his muscles ripple then relax. Slipping on his suit jacket, he ran a hand over his hair to smooth the long reddish black strands into place and followed Günter out. Walking casually down the steps, he took a deep breath and smiled.

His plans were starting to take shape and he was as informed about his enemies and potential allies as he could be. Once he reached Nachton, it would be time to start the game.