Victor stood in the lobby with his hands on his hips, looking about. It was not a nice case as far as he heard, creepy freemason shits with their crazed delusion of illuminati or whatever the fuck it was they believed in. He didn't like it at all, no. He never dealt with this before. Breaching a doorway and mowing down the jihadis within was one thing, not knowing who to trust or not was a wholly different one. The one thing that comforted him was that he was not going to be dealing with that sort of thing [i]much.[/i] That was for the runty feds. He had no qualm with intrigue and all, but the rules involved made it unbearable. What was wrong with hitting a thug in the stomach with a baseball bat? It was the only thing they understood.

He moseyed over to the older muscle, lighting a cigar and offering the man one. "I'll be looking for at the stairs, you keep them hawkeyes on the elevators, alright?" he said in a tone that was showing it was a statement, not a question. Besides, if there was a fuck-up then that meant there would be more scraps, and thus he reckoned his contract could only get an extension. He made sure to blow a puff of smoke in the face of anyone he found to be "unruly," be they lowriding or wearing a snapback. The glorified gun for hire made sure he wasn't just enjoying himself however, he had a job to half-ass after all. He looked left and right for anyone with odd cult symbols and signs, perhaps with a backpack too large and full, or someone particularly nervous. He wasn't sure [i]exactly[/i] for what he was looking for but that didn't really matter, since people would try to mask it. There was of course the possibility of someone trying to put a bomb about, so he at least listened for the ticking that some of the less subtle ones had. Finally he was looking for someone who was disobeying the law in (particularly the minor ones) some way, since it would give him an excuse to pay more attention to them and instill fear, perhaps even search them. A minor breakage like parking in a disabled spot when someone wasn't was exactly what he wanted to see, since while a minor disobedience was a sign someone was in a rush, and thus suspicious.

Bored, he considered making conversation with the older man. "I hear there's a junior world cup for hockey coming up. I don't know if that's kids or lightweights or what, but I like hockey. Course I never played it, but hitting other folks with sticks and the distraction of the puck always seemed nice. It's like a more violent form of golf I gather."  
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"Hey, yo, look at those fucks." he quickly said, pointing to the car trailing after the two detectives that left. "Our pals got themselves a trail. Shit chief, all of this looks fishy." he declared, sniffing the air and looking about quickly. His gaze was busy however, he was hoping that Ben could catch something. ([@Roosan]'s gotta roll now)