Shape walked into the door, looking through the cloud of smoke and into the eyes of the men who stood around the edges of the room, all resting their backs against the wall, with no-one seated despite the table in the middle of the room. He took another small step forward, as the door closed behind him, slightly startling him. Finally, the grizzled old man who was standing near the table, spoke up and said "you've been away for too long, who are you to return in this manner and what do you hope to accomplish now." Feeling a small amount of pride in his past accomplishments, Shape stated "I believe you know my reputation and what my presence, and more importantly my work, can mean for this organization." The old man squinted his eyes, indicating he was indeed aware, and his wheels were turning in his mind. "You will be an associate of this family, you will report to Summers weekly, DON'T MISS, and I will be watching and listening..." Shape looked around at the other men, who nodded, but stayed flat on their faces. He turned and was led out the door...to the world...back to the life.