Honestly, why the hell was he here? Daniel couldn't help but ask himself that question as he stood in the elevator. The damn thing was taking its sweet time getting to the specified floor, so he had plenty of time to analyze the specific aspects of this "wondrous" plan. He was not only visiting the apartment of a known rival. No, that would be far too simple. This particular rival possessed a map that would lead to the fabled hiding place of the Book of Thoth. The map technically belonged to a group of very angry Somali pirates, headed by a ruthless killer. And Daniel was proposing to join forces with her? He was an idiot. A reckless idiot. Daniel himself was an interesting looking man for one of his profession, if only because he looked like a boxer. He was tall, just over six foot four, with broad shoulders and a medium build. His physique was lean and muscled, shaped by years of traveling the world, hiking through wilderness, and occasional combat. Black hair, usually carefully styled was shoved under a blue and white baseball cap. His dark brown eyes peered out from under heavy brows and a tanned face. Overall, he was a fairly decent looking man. He was dressed in casual clothing: a gray tee, cargo pants, well-worn work boots. A black leather jacket covered the tattoos on his arm; he had a full sleeve on the left and a half sleeve on the right. A customary belt wrapped around his waist, a gun holster and a knife sheath clipped to it. The gun was a revolver, specifically a Colt, his trademark weapon. The knife was more for chopping branches than self defense. The elevator door dinged open. "Finally," he mumbled, stepping out. Quelling the nervousness and praying that she'd at least take him to the hospital after she shot him, he walked to her hotel room door and knocked.