[b]~ Time Skip: 30 Minutes ~[/b]

[u]Douglas Knowles[/u]

The first few minutes following the newcomers' entrance to the safehouse consisted primarily of rough introductions. The trio met 8th Street's other two residents, Ron and Patricia. Patty was her usual friendly self to the guys and gal; Ron gave a civil introduction, then made a quick retreat back to the rooftop. After that, Doug set about giving the group a tour of the facility. It wasn't much: the first floor was usable, but empty; the second floor was a common room of sorts, with a couple tables, couches, the radio system, and storage. Finally, the third floor was their living quarters. They had more than enough room for the three of them, in fact they likely could fit about a dozen or so, but any more and they'd need to find somewhere larger.

Just then, as if on cue, a small convoy -- two bikes flanking a car -- arrived on the street. All vehicles were pretty much packed, about six or seven in all. Doug furrowed his brow, unsure if the party was friend or foe. He was leaning toward optimism, however, and resolved to go check the group out. He nodded to Omar, who picked up a glock from storage and slid it into his back pocket, but otherwise kept his pleasant demeanor. Better safe than sorry, even with Ron on lookout. Doug looked over at the soldier, John, and nodded to him.
"Captain, mind coming with us to greet the new arrivals?" He asked. "I wouldn't mind a Navy Seal watching my back."