Mr. Paradox stands in the doorway, a cigarrette slowly crumbling away as he exhales a ring of smoke. He coughs twice, turns on the heels of his age-old boots and walks away as the dreary alleyway envellopes his body and make him seem to dissapear into the damp New York fog. There lies a crippled mass, breathing at an almost unaudible volume. The mass used to be a woman. A woman by the name of Elanor Pottingsworth. Her body twitches once, sliding back to it's original position and then twitches once more before losing strenght and collapsing. Mrs Elanor Samantha Pottingsworth is dead.

There are many points in life when our spirit beckons for adventure, calling out every which-way, trying to tell us to listen. We were all born for adventure, no matter what age, gender or race. This is the story of one man who never saught adventure. This is the story of a man who was born on the edge.

The large thug pulls twice on the cord, shaking Mr. Paradox back and forth a little bit faster.
"I know you don't care about the money, Carter!" He calls from over the building's side as he dangles loosely over the opening of the window, "We both know it was never about the money!!" The man by the name of Carter steps forward and out of the seclusive shadows. Carter stares at Mr. Paradox, eyeing him cautiously as he plans his next move. "It's your turn, Carter!" Paradox calls once more from the eleventh floor window. Carter sits at a small black coffee table and reaches towards it. A large glass chess board lies on top of the table. The man moves a small horse shaped peice into a more bulbous peice, knocking it over. He replaces the ball-topped figure with his horse and says, "Checkmate." Mr Paradox sighs through the window, looking over to the buff, dark-skinned man and nodding. The humungous man nods back in response and sneaks a sizeable cleaver out of his right-legged pocket. As the thug begins to hack away at the cord, Mr. Paradox wriggles around, slowly loostening the bind around his ankles. The thug chops once more and Paradox falls downwards, smiling.

After a few seconds of silence which weren't accompanied by a faint splatter, the burly guard looks down over the ledge. A hand flies up, smashing the thug in the face. The hand grabs his shirt, pulling him out the window and on to the concrete below. Not even three seconds later, an almost unaudible crackling noise pervades through the openin of the apartement room.

The hand pops back over the small rail, followed by a woman dressed in a dark red leather combat suit. She whips her hair behind her, looking at the man named Carter. Rolling her eyes, she reaches for her handgun and unclasps the belt hook. The mysterious woman raises the gun and fires two shots that go whizzing by Carter's head and through the door behind him. "What the hell!!" He screams, "You could've missed, you know!" The woman sighs, glaring at Carter, "Do I look like someone who misses?" The suited man stops talking

"Now where did I put Mr. Paradox?" The woman searches around in her pockets, fidling around a bit before pulling out a small, metallic object. "Found him!"