Midnighter's out of his normal costume - the leather is feeling a bit too enclosing. His blonde hair is slicked up into a short spike, and he's wearing a black suit jacket and pants, with a white dress shirt beneath. In a bit of macabre humor, he has a small pin with the inverted triangle and eye symbol on his lapel.
He's just sitting on the edge of a tall stone barrier, the Atlantic Ocean below, crashing against the rocky base, over and over. The sun is setting, and he's staring off into it - his shades the only protection he's given himself from the orange-red blaze.
He's left a note on the Carrier, instructions on where he'll be. Beside him is a small wicker basket.