[h1][color=red][center]Alex[/center][/color][/h1]

Alex internally winced momentarily at her aggressive response to his nick name and breathed an equally internal sigh of relief when she was chill with it. [color=red]"Sure, garage sounds good."[/color] he didn't know if it was quite a good idea to have a sparring match with someone he barely knew in an isolated location but hey, what could go wrong right? After all they were both champions. He followed her to the table and patiently waited as she issued her invitation, examining those sitting momentarily, Vicki had shown up here, along with several other people that were vaguely familiar. Before he could think any further on it a man with a shotgun caused some ruckus, the distinctive combination of shotgun, cigar, and self-confidence led to the un-mistakeable assumption that this man was graves. It seemed several other champions were distinctively ticked off at the man, but Alex was more interested in the job offer. Money was always cool and it might even pay really well given he wanted champions and all that. Sam's inferno of anger would make that a little hard though, and he took several steps back as she stormed out of the booth. Raising his hand Alex said to the man, [color=red]"If you manage to get out of here alive talk to me about that job k?"[/color] and promptly took several more steps backwards and stepped into booth, both to protect himself from the intense heat and any gunfire.


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[center][color=silver][h1]Artemis[/h1][/color][/center]

Artemis's eyes narrowed slightly in concentration as Sam failed to acknowledge her handshake and began talking to Vicki. Something had unsettled her to make her so distracted and ready to move on. Odd. Any further pondering of the subject was interrupted by two individuals coming over, the larger female asking if any of them wanted to participant in some sort of champion matchup. Artemis had no intention of doing so but found the idea of watching informative and cleared her throat to speak. Then, was promptly interrupted by a gunshot and demands along with angry yelling. Graves it was. Sam immediately stormed in out fiery rage at the man and the purple haired man offered the now shot Liam assistance. Yet another person, the malzahar, suddenly ran into the cafe blindly, unaware of the gunman's warning. Rather than trying to made an action in all this chaos Artemis leaned back, gathering shimmering moonlight in a ball in her hands underneath the table, merely observing the scene. This gunman must have some sort of support if he anticipated even as many as three champions here, or had a gross overestimation of his own skills. Something else was going on here, Artemis was sure of it.