The ride to their destination is quiet. Hunter does take Jim's hand in his own, as he stares out the window trying to sort out his thoughts ahead of time.

They soon arrive to a campaign office, located in the bustling streets of New York City, surrounded by other upscale offices and business offices.

After paying for the Uber taxi, Hunter leads Jim inside the campaign office. There are a few volunteers here today, who are working on campaign posters, and making phone calls to secure campaign pledges. A few of them lift their heads when Hunter enters the room, mostly to stare at the unusual sight of the tattoo-covered man.

Hunter heads to a front desk, where a smiling young girl is standing. "I am here to see Rob Kingson please."

"Certainly. Your name and business, please?"

Hunter takes a deep breath. "Hunter. I should be on his schedule."

The receptionist uses the phone to call Rob, who is in a office down the hall, and a few minutes later the man himself comes out to the front counter. Rob Kingson is a well-dressed man, who had expensive taste judging by the tailoring of his clothing. He wears a Bluetooth earphone, chatting away to a campaign supporter, as he moves down the hall.

Glancing up, he gestures for Hunter and Jim to follow him back to the office, not even taking the time to stop chatting on the Bluetooth extension. Hunter seems used to this, and follows quietly behind the older man.

Once they get in the office, Rob closes the door, and ends his call. He takes a seat and gestures for Hunter and Jim to take their own seats. "I was a little surprised that you called."

"It is important." Hunter explains. He pauses, almost afraid to speak for a moment.