"Good evening, Mr Kennedy, glad you could make it." Moretti greeted, waiting just inside the lobby. "Come with me, won't you?" He asked, gesturing the man down a wide marble-floored corridor, which did eventually lead to Moretti Labs, although Alexander had no intention of taking a mercenary that route. Instead he took him to a longue, no doubt used by the staff during the day, where sofas, comfortable and deep were arranged around the room, "Please, take a seat." He said, and instead of sitting in one of the comfortable chairs, he selected one of the barely-padded stacked things from one wall.
"I trust you find Axis City much as you left it." He began conversationally. "I doubt it has changed too much in the time you've been away. At least, not visibly." Moretti gave a small smile at that idea, knowing that the changes were coming thick and fast, but that they were, for the majority, undetectable on the surface. Someone would have to do a lot of digging before they found anything tangible.
"Enough chit-chat. I have... some work for you." He said, reaching into his jacket pocket and taking out a photograph taken from his CCTV footage earlier that week, the image cleared up and depixalated. He handed it over wordlessly and gave the hit-man several moments to look it over.