"A background run and watch-over. Anything we can dredge up on this guy. anything at all." Raphael gestured tightly with his right hand. As he spoke, the ghostly image of a man appeared suspended before us. He was slightly taller than average and in good enough shape, probably from regular workouts at some local gym. A dark complexion that spoke of South American or Spanish descent and even darker short hair. A close-cut, neatly trimmed mustache and beard framed his mouth, contrasting heavily with his wide, plastic smile. His head was tilted slightly, eyes fractionally wide, a posture indicating he was probably greeting someone. Everything about him said, "I like you. You are interesting. We will be friends." Everything, that is, except the cold, dark pinpoints of his eyes. I disliked him immediately.