It was the same feeling that used to course its way through him -- the same sensation that stepping up to the Spherepool before an important game. The crowd out there, in the stands -- anticipating the main event. Jecht would never deny that he loved the spotlight, as long as he was the one in it. Being targeted by the Organization? Hah! He wasn't scared of them. In fact, as far as he was concerned, the more attention that he drew to himself, the better. Ever since he had learned of the secret inner workings of the city -- the kidnappings, the experiments... the only reason that he could figure that he hadn't been nabbed for whatever twisted purpose -- had to be because they were scared of him already! Instead, they were preying on people with obvious inferior skills to his own (it's lonely at the top, sigh ), which was why they were falling victim.

On the other hand, just because he didn't mind the danger he was putting himself in (which he could most certainly handle, anyway), he also didn't want to put the other residents in any more danger than they already were, too. He was quiet proud of himself as he stepped out into Central Station, arms crossed against his chest. It was 3:10 last time he had checked. He was fashionably, but not overly late he figured. It wasn't his style to arrive at a party early, anyway. Into the afternoon sunlight he wore a grin across his face, and over his eyes -- was his red bandana.