I step out of the car to find Luke and Jessica waiting for me. Trish hasn't come along on this little excursion, as I've decided to keep things a bit more fire power oriented just in case. There shouldn't be problems considering I've had Alex Romano under my control for quite a while now, but it doesn't hurt to be careful. Jessica is dressed in her old ensemble, leather jacket and jeans with a black tank top underneath.
I actually shared Kilgrave's belief that she looked even better in dresses, but there was a certain rough and tumble sort of deliciousness inherent in this outfit as well. And besides, this was what she was most intimidating in. As I made my way to the large front doors of Mr. Romano's mansion with Luke and her flanking me on either side, I rather liked the image we presented.
Of course we're admitted immediately and brought to the owner of the place, a man completely under my thrall. Alex Romano is no one dangerous. An overpaid accountant, he was perfect for what I wanted. A large source of money and a patsy to take the fall for the illegal stolen good I'd had him buy. As we stepped into the sitting room, the man saw me and smiled broadly, overly excited to once again be in my presence.
Striding over, I stopped as he actually bowed respectfully before straightening up, "Sir! It's so good to see you again. I completely understand why you had to change our meeting place by the way. All those bullets flying around Hell's Kitchen aren't good for one's health!"
I smile thinly, "Quite. This, Punisher fellow is very dangerous. You would do well to stay out of the slums until he's been captured or killed by the police. But I'm not here for that. You said it arrived."
Alex begins nodding immediately, gesturing to two of his people. They leave the room and come back moments later with a large metal case. It looks heavy, but then that's what I have Jessica for. I gesture at it and smile at Romano, "Open it please."
Staying back a relatively safe distance, I watch as he unlocks the large clasps and opens up the case. Stepping forward, I find that everything is seemingly in order. The Photostatic Veil and the equipment necessary for its operation sit before me in all its glory.
Chuckling slightly, I run my hands over the material, marveling at its strange feel, "It is… quite odd to be touching this. To have it actually be real. I don't actually mind the purple too much you know. Else I'd find a way to fix my entire body instead of just replacing my face. But sometimes appearances are necessary. There are so many damn cameras in this day and age. I do my best, but I'm sure my purple skin is already on some government database somewhere. In this new world of ours, I'm not a normal human being with a skin condition, I'm immediately an alien, a threat. Can't have that now."