Salomon's cover identity was that of a wealthy Judean businessman whose family enterprise primarily dealt in energy and banking. He himself handled the banking side of the family business and was a direct descendant rather far down the line of succession. His main purpose in coming to Washington was to discuss a secret deposit arrangement with a Congressman, and through that Congressman's introduction, he had met the mission target. Assuming this identity had not been difficult. The real Judean tycoon was currently snoring away in the trunk of his own car—first, he had used a Sleep Spell to neutralize all the security personnel, then dragged the businessman out of his mistress's bed, injected him with a sedative, and stuffed him into the trunk. He had kindly fed him some nutrient paste to make sure he would not starve to death. Anyone else would not have been so considerate. After finishing all that, Victor von Doom went to wake the security team while Salomon searched for the necessary documents, taking the opportunity to kiss that charming Latina woman.
"Darling, why did you switch toothpaste?"
"I felt like mint today."
From selecting the target to putting on the disguise, the entire process had been smooth and practiced. Victor von Doom could not help wondering where Salomon had learned such skills. He was certain it had not been in the Kamar-Taj Library, or Salomon would have used illusion magic. The question did not trouble him for long. He recalled that Salomon had participated in the Battle of New York and immediately understood everything.
"Driver." Sitting in the back of the stretch limousine, Salomon slowly opened the nearby liquor cabinet and found himself satisfied with the car owner's taste in alcohol. Drawing out his words, he ordered Victor von Doom in the driver's seat,