"Hey I know you!" A large man yelled to Agent Chapman from across the hotel lobby. "Yeah... just let me put my bags down first. I'm completely exhausted, Percy." Sergio Chapman politely requested of the large man who was drawing ever closer to him. "Uh hunh... sure, man." Percy said with fire in his eyes. Sergio immediately received a full force roundhouse kick to the face as soon as his bags were handed to the bell boy. "SHIT! That was vicious! Good one!" Sergio complimented. "Hurts like a BITCH!" He smiled, rubbing his now deep red cheek. "And NOBODY calls me Percy! You understand, smart ass?" Percy commanded. "Huh! Now I'm slightly offended." Sergio remarked playfully. "Are you implying that I'm a NOBODY?" With those words, Agent Chapman gave a fortified barrage of offensive blows that left Percy 'Out Cold' on the expensive Terrazo tile of the W Hotel before he could react. Sergio Chapman sighed and laughed a little. That cheek still kinda hurt. He WAS tired and now ready for that hit bath, blunt smoke, and bed that had been on his mind since morning.