Noon June 24th, 2011 Southside, Freedom City Ezekiel Irons stood on the street corner, playing a cool tune on his saxophone to the passersby. His case sat in front of him, a few bills and coins having been dropped onto the red felt interior; not much, but he'd only started a couple of hours ago. And besides, he really only did this to cover patrols, anyway. Still caught some flak from the more established buskers, but eh; he could usually bribe them with a coffee or something. He liked p