Reece couldn't help but grind his teeth together in frustration as Kassy's invisible assault on his mind continued to wear him down. The voices told him to run, they whispered to him about how Percy would kill him one day, of how he should get out of dodge the very first chance that he got.  He risked a glance at Percy as the other man put down the crate beneath the pier, the way that the guy moved, the way his muscles rippled beneath his flesh, even the way he looked at things, everything about Percy could be summed up into one word: Predatory. He walked, clutching the cage in his hands just a bit tighter as he looked back at Viola and Manny. Viola was definitely more than willing to grind him into a fine paste, she'd proved it many times before, such as when he'd tried flirting with her just one too many times on his third day in the gang. She would've probably ended him if she hadn't been pulled off. Those two would tear him apart. Then there was Manny. 

Manny was a whole different beast altogether. Percy was a monster who was ready to kill if he thought his livelihood was at risk, Viola a violent spitfire who was all too happy to pummel anyone that looked at her wrong, but Manny, he was completely and utterly detached. Reece knew well that no one in the group really cared about one another, but Manny seemed to take it a step further; he was like a machine, following orders to the letter without a single shred of shame...or mercy. If he screwed up, if he even hinted that he might screw up, he'd be shot, have his jaws shattered, his fingers cut off, and his body dumped in a trash compacter or river. Manny had taken the liberty of explaining this to him, rattling off the details of Reece's potential demise with the same sort of hollow tone as a voice machine.

Reece gulped quietly as he saw the handle of Manny's gun poke out from the back of his pants as he bent over to grasp something. That settled it; Reece had to get out. He needed to get out and stay gone, at least for the next year or two. He had a few minor connections in California from his days as a small time hood, enough to keep him going for a few months at least, from there he could find somewhere that the penguin's reach was at least a little diminished. '[i]That could work...[/i]' He mused as he slipped past Percy and set the bird cage down, "[b]H-hey Percy?[/b]". He felt himself instinctively shrink down as Percy turned to look at him, "[b]I gotta take a leak right quick, you mind lettting Manny know?[/b]" "[b]Turn out your pockets.[/b]". Reece blinked, "[b]What?[/b]" "[b]Your pockets. I'm not letting you do shit until I know you aren't stealing from us.[/b]" The larger man said flatly. Reece eagerly complied, after all, the only things he had with him were a burn phone, a few dollars, and a crumpled up receipt. After taking Reece's phone to ensure that he wasn't trying to call in help, Percy allowed Reece to scramble to the other side of the pier to do his business while he returned to the others. 

He and the others had no way of knowing that instead of sticking around, Reece quickly shed his jacket and goggles, and, after getting out of earshot, ran as fast as his legs would carry him into the night.
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[h3]Back Home[/h3]

Dimitri yawned and idly scratched at the stubble growing along his jaw. There wasn't too much on television right now, and the old police scanner that he'd "found at a pawn shop" wasn't giving him much to work with in the way of action. A few B&Es, a drunkard flashing people outside of a bar, all kid's play by police standards, and definitely not something worth him getting out of the house for. The hero sighed and sprawled out on the living room sofa, deciding to pass the time by arcing energy between his hands to see how much his metallic one could take before the palm and fingers started to glow red from the heat. When that grew boring he started teasing Regis with a laser pointer he'd gotten at a dollar store a few days ago, briefly finding amusement in the monitor's spastic antics as it tried to devour the small bead of light. When that too stop being a source of fun Dimitri rolled off of the couch and wandered into the kitchen, intent on relieving his boredom by stuffing his face with cookies.