[J.R. Carlton]
HP: 0
Luck Points: 1
Condition: Bruised & Injured
"OH GOD, YES!" You turn to see a new boy in his late teens appear dressed in odd garb, that Golden Tiger recognizes as traditional student robes at Shambhala.
Duncan looks at Mike, "With you, I presume."
"If you want me to help, figure he can tag along with your team from time to time."
Mike look at the newcomer. "Go get changed. Your clothes are upstairs." The kid runs upstairs and heads straight for one of the rooms.
Golden Tiger wrote:"I'll go inside. I might recognize someone by their scent."
Stunner wrote:"Clubbing, count me in. I will need to go home and change first"
Gargoyle nodded and noted that Bastion headed out in his car, he wasn't sure what the other man was doing but assumed it was something for the team. It was a good grouping for going in, Tiger's whole deal was fighting up close and from the looks of the kid his probably was as well. Stunner was a good choice to back them up since most most guys didn't think a pretty girl was a threat, plus Tiger's enhanced senses would be a bonus.
The others could stay outside and back them up as needed.
When Stunner came down her nervousness showed. Gargoyle wondered if it was over how the fight had went when it finally hit him as she continued to glance at his fully masked face while hers was uncovered. Smooth J.R. He thought as he rolled his eyes under his mask at the obvious reason and he pulled his own mask off, an act to show Stunner he trusted her as much as to try and help make her a bit more comfortable.
Then Bastion showed back up, dressed to go in as well. It wasn't a bad idea to have the invulnerable man as back up but Gargoyle wondered if it wouldn't leave the 'back-up' a little short handed to have the majority of the team on the inside. He'd bring that up once they got there however, as Bastion started to fire off questions.
Bastion wrote:"Hey guys, we ready to do this thing. We know which guy hangs out at this club we're hitting? One of the card goons, or that Pokerface'd punk?" Brent recalled the mans face as he levelled a shotgun at his chest and pulled the trigger. "Nah, probably not him right, I don't think a stone cold killer like that could ever really relax."
"No clue who this guy is exactly, Jack's outfit did a decent job of keeping his face from being easy to recognize. But from what you've said about this 'Pokerface' guy so far, he might be the type to be all buisness on the 'job', then cut really loose when on his own time. It's hard to say really. Course it could just be one of their goons who likes to party a lot just as much. Either way I want everyone who's going in to be extremely careful and not take any uncalled for risks. We don't want any civilians getting caught up in this."
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