Scent of leather in his nose, roguish smile on his lips, he rises and begins pacing down the narrow walkway. Dead end approaching, he prepares to confront the figure. He halts and with a swift movement, a twist of wrist, flex of fingers, slides hands into pockets. His jumper lifts to reveal a sudden flash of metal from the reflection of his belt buckle. A last look at his image, he steps back from the mirror, preparing to begin his day.