Soon, the junker begins to clatter down the streets of Gothem, as poor Luke tries to find the warehouse where he needs to meet up with the others.
"God da-....Son of a.....mother...GRAA! Where is this damn place." He growls, looking around, his sense of direction rather crap. In fact, it was what lead so many years ago to his capture by the police, before that night. This lead to Luke having a rather short fuse for when he couldn't find his way around. Trying to calm his nerves, he lights up another cigar, the last in his pack of them. Soon, he does reach this warehouse, and walks in, expecting to see a group of heroes about.