Z walked into Tokyo head quarters, dressed in a bright purple, reading what appeared to be a Science-Fiction novel. He approached the desk and held up his ID, never looking up from the book. The desk officer gave him directions to conference room. Z nodded his thanks and look off at a slow walk.

Z approached the conference room and looked up upon hearing the commotion. He appeared to be unimpressed by the whimsical attitude that the young girl appeared to give off. He entered the room glancing around, taking in the four that had already arrived, before he returned to his book and found a seat. 

"I figure that we are here for the same reason," he said as he turned the page. Z wondered if the were even remotely curious as to why he carried nothing with him besides a book and his sunglasses. [i]Probably not,[/i] he thought. They were all probably all focused on the matter at hand.