After what seemed like hours, the bus finally came to a stop. The bus creeped through a desolate alleyway, only to show a raffish society with it's own citizens. The exterior was given luminescence with a few cans of burning garbage. On the outer edges, crude tents were made. Plague victims, certain of their own deaths being close, were being carried constantly in hope for treatments. Corvo could see the silhouette of a burly man approaching the driver's window of the bus.

"Took your sweet damn time." the voice said rougly, "We're running out of good men. What took ya?"

Alton stared cooly from behind his reading glasses.

"Do not worry my friend," he responded calmly, "I picked up...a friend. He is here to help our cause."

"Help the cause huh?" the man said with a smirk, "Let me see this boy."

Alton looked back at Corvo and nodded his head towards the door, not saying a word. Corvo exited the passenger doors and was immediately confronted by the man. The man was exceptionally built for his average height. His angry lips were slightly hidden by his thick beard. The man's eyes were darkened by his grey beret, and his chest was somewhat visible due to his ripped flannel jacket. Before Corvo could introduce himself, the man began to speak, almost like a dictator.

"Don't you even speak, rat." the man commanded as he turned to Alton, "He doesn't look like much. Heh, even the crows would tear him to pieces."

Corvo stood omniously and didn't say a word. Instead, he turned himself to reveal that he had the equipment of a professional, such as his signature blade and (now somewhat silenced) pistol. Alton turned to Corvo to try and calm him.

"Now Corvo...don't-"

And at that moment, the burly man lunged at Corvo and took him to the ground. A crowd began to encircle the two. The man mounted Corvo and began to throw punches. Two punches rattled Corvo's brain through his mask. As the third punch came, Corvo parried and delivered a strike to the man, leaving an instant cut near his nose. Both warriors stood up, and the crowd was speechless. One man from the crowd spoke out.

"Blimey...no one's ever done that."

Before Corvo could take revenge, the crowd began to cheer and the man came over to shake his hand. Corvo reached out to meet his hand, but was still cautious. The man began to laugh.

"Heh! Damn boy you really pack a punch. I am sorry for the rush, but I had to see if you were fit. No hard feelings."

Corvo smiled under his mask, and was handed a glass of homebrewed ale.

"By the way, call me Callahan." the man said as the crowd faded away.

All of the civillians headed back to work. Alton and Callahan led Corvo to a resting area within the camp. Callahan began to look closely at Corvo and spoke with curiousity in his voice.

"You know..." Callahan began, "you sound like that one guy that used to be in the papers!"

Alton nodded in agreement. "I know right? The one bodyguard for the old empress. He got framed for killing her, and then became some dark hero by saving Lady Emily."

Corvo looked back in surprise, but before he could reply, an eerie whisper rang through his head.

"Now would be a great time to take a look at yourself"

Corvo calmly asked for a restroom, and was directed to an abandoned building. Inside, there were two cracked wooden toilets with a mirror on the wall between them. Corvo shut the door and took off his mask. To his surprise, he was back to his old self. Corvo was in his prime. A voice came from the mask again.

"You are welcome."

From the shadows of the dark restroom came two men. Corvo looked up to see darkness, as his head was now covered with a sack. Corvo was led out of the camp and was sat down. After a minute or so, Corvo felt the sharp point of a dagger at his throat. A whisper entered Corvo's ears, and was recognized as Alton.

"It is time to talk...business."