Tyrell had never seen a limousine in 'the flesh' before, let alone rode in one, but now here he was, at the headquarters of the Society of Justice in his hometown of Nova city, having just had his very first limo ride. There were alot of new things going on for Tyrell at this point in his life actually, some of them big enough to make even the Limo ride seem like common practice.
It had barely been a month since he had returned to America, to his birthplace of Nova city and started his hero 'career' as the Shadow, before he had been invited to become a member of the Society. His time spent back in America hadn't been wasted, as it was not Tyrell's way to procrastinate, it went against both his beliefs and his training. And so, in a few short weeks The Shadow (as he was now called) had already begun to make quite a name for himself in his adopted district of Snake Alley, assisting the police in arresting at least fifteen wanted criminals and thwarting scores of crimes.
And it was most likely his success that had earned him an invitation into the Society, one that he had accepted, albeit with slight reluctance. For while he believed they were doing a good job and fighting the good fight, Tyrell felt his place was not fighting at the sides of fellow heroes, no matter how noble the cause, but instead on the streets, helping the little man.
But he had eventually been brought round, not because the glory had tempted him, but simply because if something big happened that he could have had a hand in preventing, but hadn't because he was too busy beating up extravagant pimps, he wouldn't be able to live with himself and as his Master back in Japan had once said 'One must always focus on the big picture'.
And so, that is how Tyrell, The Shadow of Snake alley, found himself in the lounge of the Society of justices HQ, standing in a far corner, trying not to be too conspicuous. A low grumbling in his stomach caught his attention and distracted him from his musings, for now it appeared the scourge of the petty criminals of Snake Alley was growing hungry and so, Tyrell Jackson set off for the sandwich table.