Reno, Nevada: The Time was 11:30 Pm sharp ; the railcar arriving at transit station, punctual as always, as observed by a waiting figure. Standing six feet tall, The man in question was an odd species, not unlike a get furred Earth canine, but one that had been forced into an upright position though some means of genetic or technological manipulation. Noteworthy traits included a bruised eye, and a notch cut out of his left ear. His garb was simple, consisting of a dark jacket over a button up shirt with tie and black slacks. Othere items on his person included a metal collar around his neck, decortated with a multitude of blinking lights, a decent sized backpack of standard make, and, clipped to the side of his shirt, an election pin promoting the campaign of a Dennis Harvy. In his left hand, he held a mundane breifcase, presumably for security reasons it was linked to himself by means of handcuffs.
His tired eyes watched the Rail Car slow to muted halt, as the doors opened with a shuck shuck sound. "This is agent 44, The Package is secure, and is entering the transit car now." The man said into a walkie-talkie, holding it to his face before fumbling it into his bag.