They pulled up to Times Square where a tall, tattooed man was stood against a newspaper stand, chewing gum and seemingly ignoring the crowds shuffling past him.
"Tom Scott," Tyler said, nodding toward the man. "Ex-MI6, ex-SAS, let me do the talking." He got out and walked over to the man, appearing to the casual observer to simply be passing the time of day with the man, who passed him a piece of paper and nodded to him before Tyler walked back to the car. "He even told me where we can find a plane to get us there quicker," he said as he began to drive away. "Looks like this plan is finally getting going properly."