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A late model, S-class, black Mercedes sedan, with blacked out windows, and plates reading "NO2", skirts the misty edges of Venice at high speed.  It never crosses the border, but suddenly comes to a complete stop.  The rear passenger door swings open, and Helix is quickly deposited.  He is carrying a leather knapsack.  The car door slams closed, and the vehicle peels off out of sight, as swiftly as it came, leaving a dusty Helix holding the bag.

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Helix looks around and then dusts himself off.  He looks into the mist, squinting and mutters softly "It has to be Mist."  He opens the bag and pulls out some pale blue Elizabethan garments and looks at them confused, before shrugging, pulling off his coat and multiple belts and changing into them.  Then he repacks the bag with his own clothes, slings it over it his shoulder, and runs off into the mist.