[center][I]-Finn and Black Jack-[/i][/center]

From his perch, Blackjack watched and waited as the gathering of media, police and civilians began to disband. Once the press wrapped up their reporting, the assembly of citizens slowly disappeared, leaving only a small police presence responsible for keeping watch from outside. Time passed slowly but Blackjack had no difficulty being patient, besides, it gave him an opportunity to better assess the situation and form a plan of action for entering the bank. He had come to the conclusion that the Bank itself would be his best bet in terms of finding any clues. Just as he stood from his crouching position, he felt the presence of someone behind him, the man’s voice calling out to him in mid descent. 

"Hey man, I come in peace." Finn said, repelling down and landed with the faint sound of warping metal when he landed on the fire escape.

Casually glancing over his shoulder, he got a glimpse of the man landing behind him. The first thing he noticed was that he was wearing an odd getup. He had a somewhat polished look to him yet he was wearing a serial killer’s mask. Despite the disconnected look, Blackjack wasn’t alarmed at all. The tone of the man’s voice and choice of words sounded sincere, so he didn’t believe he was in any danger. “Oh…company…” He replied, while turning to face the stranger who was obviously a fellow super. Blackjack cupped his elbow with one hand while using the other hand to rub his chin, sizing up the shorter man before him.

“Hmm…Don’t I know you from somewhere? Oh I know… You’re dressed a little differently but the similarities are spot on. You’re the guy who robbed the bank across the street this morning right, the one everyone’s looking for? They say a criminal always returns to the scene of the crime but who knew it was true?’ He mused to himself. Falling back against the railing of the fire escape he crossed his legs at the ankles and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Anyway, it's fortunate you showed up here tonight, you’re just the man I’ve been wanting to see.” He said impishly.

Finn was surprised that the other costumed man was so casual, to say the least. The other man was taller and didn't seem to be threatened in the least; he stood with his arms and legs crossed in an amused, thoughtful way. Unsure on exactly what the other super was capable of, he decided to keep his distance on the relatively small fire escape. With the onlookers dispersing below, it was far quieter and easier to think over the current situation.

"Am I now?" Finn answered. "I didn't think I would be heading back so soon, but. . . well, today didn't go as well as expected."

“I’d say.” Blackjack replied with a smirk and continued taunting. “Robbing banks is one thing…mass homicide is another. Thanks to your bloodthirsty accomplice, you guys are on top of the city’s most wanted list.”

The shorter of the pair paused for a moment. Thoughts about their botched bank robbery flooded his mind, considering the amount of officers that were patrolling the city in search of him and his brother. The Regels were never ones to stick with the rules, but the day's events had landed them in the realm of felons in a relatively short amount of time.

"You're pretty easy to spot with the same outfit as the armored car robbery this morning." Finn said. "Listen, let's not play dumb. We both happened to try and rob extremely high security locations at the exact same time today with the same number and type of guards at both locations. Doesn't that all seem a little too well connected?"

Blackjack adjusted his stance to an even more casual one, resting his elbows on back of the railing. “Not much for subtlety I see.” He said with a grin and leaning his head to the side. “But yes you’re absolutely right, it’s too much of a coincidence. It’s quite possible that we’re being set up. If that’s the case, we should probably make sure we’re on the same page…a temporary alliance perhaps?” He suggested with a cocked brow. “At least until we get to the bottom of this.” 

“You can call me Black Jack. I’m a specialist. People hire me to…take care of things. Some guy who calls himself the Architect hired me to nab a briefcase traveling in the armored vehicle you mentioned earlier. Unfortunately, the briefcase exploded, so I wasn’t able to secure the contents; however that walking soup can who calls himself The Executioner was also on board. I can’t be sure but I think he took the goods and rigged the briefcase to explode. Since the briefcase went boom, I have no idea what was inside, however I have a feeling The Executioner does…now it’s your turn...”

Black Jack- so that he went by. Finn's posture wasn't quite as relaxed as the other super, but he didn't feel an immediate sense of danger from the new acquaintance. To be honest, the other criminal seemed to have a pretty fun and positive personality so far. The mention of an alliance wasn't entirely out of the question, which the older Regel brother took into silent consideration. Gauging what to ask next, he was caught off guard when the employer was mentioned.

"So The Architect found both of us." Finn said. "We were just contacted by him yesterday, other than that we've never even seen the guy. My -er- friend's dropping off the flash drive right now. I didn't even get a chance to see what all the fuss was about."

Rubbing the back of his head through the ski mask, Finn kept his electric blue eyes fixed on Black Jack. He wasn't a specialist like this guy- just last week, he was tattooing tramp stamps on fifty year old women. To say the least, his life was much more interesting as a newly ordained felon. 

Upon Pulse’s confession, Blackjack pushed himself off the railing and stepped towards the shorter man. Cocking his head to the side and giving Pulse a sideways glance, the playfulness in his face was temporarily replaced with serious revelation. “Wait a minute…this Architect fellow contracted you for the robbery? Hmm….” Blackjack turned his back on Pulse and stepped away from him, gazing out towards the broken Wentworth Bank. Exposing his back to a stranger was probably a stupid thing to do but somehow he didn’t appear to be nervous of the situation at all. “…and you were supposed to retrieve a flash drive huh? I wonder what was in the briefcase I was supposed to steal…I guess I’ll have to track down The Executioner and find out.” He mused with a hidden grin.

Turning back around to face Pulse, he fell back into his overly casual position to continue their conversation. “…and you have no idea what’s on the flash drive? I see… Well hopefully you’re ‘friend…’ He said using air quotes. “Made the drop without going on another killing spree. I think you’re in enough trouble as it is.” He said nonchalantly, even though it was obvious Pulse was troubled by the botched robbery.

"Since The Architect's only getting half of what he wants, do you think he'll try and get to the Executioner himself or send you after him?" Finn asked. Not knowing The Architect at all, he seemed to be well connected enough to have Black Jack killed for not getting what he wanted- but then why send so many people he didn't know in the first place to get such valuable items? 

When the conversation circled back towards the Architect, Troy blinked innocently. “That I don’t know. Like you, I’ve never even heard of this guy before today. For all I know, he may even come after me for not getting what he wanted. Although I wouldn’t mind another chance at that Executioner fellow…I wonder what he looks like under that helmet.” Blackjack said while letting his eyes drift to the side and trailing off on some fanatical fantasy. Glancing back at Pulse, he continued with his original train of thought. “I don’t usually get in too deep when it comes to a job but this one has me intrigued. If you find out anything about The Executioner, The Architect or what was on that flash drive, I’d love to know.”

Reaching into the inside pocket of his blazer, Finn looked like he was about to pull out a gun, but instead revealed a small flip-phone usually used by drug dealers and criminals. Easy to throw away and not get tracked down; they even found a place to buy them with cash.

"Wanna trade numbers?" Finn asked. "I'm Pulse by the way."

When Pulse reached for the phone, Blackjack didn’t flinch, mostly because he didn’t get the feeling that he was in any danger. When he actually saw the flip-phone being produced, he giggled and snatched it out of Pulse’s hands. “…and some people think there’s no such thing as dinosaurs.” He teased, while quickly punching in some numbers. 

“Listen Pulse, this number is the best way to get a hold of me. It’s the number of my associate, you can call him Papo.” He said muffling another laugh. Handing him back the phone, he smiled at Pulse. The smile was harmless in its integrity, attractive yet alluring, with a hint of mystery…perhaps its perfection is what made it seem so devilish.

Hopping backward onto the railing of the fire escape, he was able to stand there easily with his arms crossed and without loosing his balance. “Thank you for the conversation Pulse, I found it to be most… stimulating. Now if you come across any interesting information, feel free to reach out and touch somebody.” He said with a wink before back flipping off the fire escape and down into the alley below. 

As he disappeared into the shadows, Pulse could hear a fading shout. “Nice suit by the way!”