Walking the roofs of Traverse Town was a job typically signed off onto a lesser member of the syndicate, but this week had been extremely busy and all officials failed to notice the empty time slot. Nexero sighed at the glimpse of incompetence on behalf of his underlings. Yet some how he felt good about taking on the assignment himself. Quiet a few were shocked when he voiced his decision yet the oldest members of the syndicate were used to Nexero's whims and paid no attention to this.
The purpose of the task was to allow easy access to a syndicate member to set up appointments for various purposes. Most days it was a rather dull job. Yet dull was exactly what Nexero was looking for.
While strolling the roofs of district 3, Nexero spotted a group of dark figures tumbling off a roof top where one man now stood. Interested he walked toward the lone stranger.
"That was rather impatient of you..."