Luckily for Chloe, she has a day or two to settle in and get her head around this place to a small degree before she bumps into Jacob Frye. Almost literally.

It's late, dusk is fading seamlessly into night and down in the heart of the Finance district, the casinos are open for people looking for a good time. But there's other buildings too, banks and offices, and it's in one of those that a loud, piercing alarm suddenly goes off.

Jacob curses, grabbing the safety deposit box and heading out as quickly as he can. There's not much of a police presence out here, but there will be security here in a few minutes, and he doesn't much fancy waiting around for them to catch him. The door and windows might all lock tight once the alarm goes off, but the glass in the windows is still glass, probably because no one expects someone to jump out a third story window.

Jacob smashes through it, catching some of the fancy stonework on his way down to slow his fall, and landing on the sidewalk with the precious safety deposit box still held to his chest. He didn't have time to check to see if the pavement below him was clear, or to make sure that there weren't any helpful citizens rushing over to investigate the alarm.