The darkness of night covers the drabness of New York's east side waterfront, as the headlights of an automobile search their way between rows of dingy warehouses. Finally they slow and come to a stop. The occupants of the vehicle are the Chief, and the Man Called X. Pegon Zellschmidt asked them to check up on the shipment of a small parcel for him, and gave them the address - so Ken had thought it would be worth a look...