Floor 12 - going down the stairs
Diego had been sitting on his couch, counting a wad of bills when he felt it happen. He was thinking on his meeting earlier with Fat Jimmy, one of his family's many contacts in New York City. Though the Family was their preliminary customer, they were far from alone. Oh no, the Cucuta Cartel had many arms stretching, many fingers in many pies. And he was enjoying peering at the filling of just one.
A ripple moved beneath his skin, a subtle feeling that he dismissed with a flick of his wrist. After all, he had felt stranger things while enjoying his father's wares as a young boy. When the ripple dissolved, he went back to counting his money. Ah, wealth. It was so convenient.
As if commanded by an unseen force, he stood, moving to the small safe hidden beneath the couch and stuffing the wad of cash inside. After locking the three independent combination locks, he stood, running a hand over his jaw.
That was new.
He paused, scratching at his chin. Hadn't he just shaved? Raising a brow, he slid his hand upwards, feeling a soft rag tied over his head. What on earth was happening? He glanced down, seeing clothing that didn't belong to him draped over his body. A ragged pair of trousers and a loose shirt hung from his lithe frame. As he stepped to the side, he glanced down to his coffee table to see that the small pistol he had laid there had turned into a saber.
Just as he was about to retire to bed - this was strange, even for him - Diego heard a voice in his head. It wasn't so much a voice, really, as an itch. An itch that drove him to pick the saber up and cross the room to his door. After all, it was still early! What use was a day if you slept through most of it?
Diego felt a grin that wasn't quite his own spread across his face as he darted out into the hallway of the twelfth floor, sprinting to the stairwell. Sitting on the edge of the banister, he looked down, cupping a hand to his lips. "Hello!" he barked down the stairwell, hearing his voice echo. "Hello, can you hear me?" Laughing at a joke that went untold, he lifted his feet from the floor and pushed himself down the banister, sliding like a child to the eleventh floor and laughing hysterically the whole way.