Dominick walked over to the scene of the battle, or what was left of it. From the distance he could see the titan's jumping into the hole where the robot came out of. It looked smashed to bits, but he was fairly certain that he could still salvage it. He just needed to wait for the titan's to leave. Assuming they don't screw up big time, like try to touch something in those ruins that blows apart half the city, he's certain he could come back tomorrow and check the place out for himself. His cellphone alarm went off reminding him that he has to meet his game group in an hour. [b]"Aye, I'd love to stay around and pick at the bones, but I got a meeting. We'll meet again, Titans."[/b] Dominick said to no one but himself.

After getting into his car and driving back to his neighborhood, he parked his car at the local gas station; one of his gang friends owned the place and let him hang out there. It's also where he usually goes to transform into Dark Matter, as it's the center-most building related to his work. Once he became Dark Matter, he left the building stealthy to meet up with one of the local gangs. They were just a couple of gang-bangers looking to start a name for themselves. Mostly kids and young adults, between the age of fifteen-to-twenty. They had a lot of themes, some based on race, some based on mutual hate. This one was some sort of feminist girl gang who were looking to get some heat to spread the message that not all girls in gangs are just whores or trophies. Personally, he doesn't care what their agenda is. He had a selection of weapons and he was willing to sell. He met them in a building just a few blocks away from the gas station. Mostly abandoned, but still in a public area; they know that if they tried to double-cross him or fire their weapons in this neighborhood, Dark Matter's own goons would be on them, and they were much more heavily armed and higher numbers. The meeting was to be taken place on the seventh floor of a ten-story building; the own gang was there, twenty-four of them. Soon Dark Matter popped him from the floor, garnering shocked looks from most of the gang, though the leader and her lieutenants already met him. [b]"Welcome ladies. To business than?"[/b]

Dark Matter presented the three weapons he had to sell to the gang. First was an H&K UMP45, a Submachine Gun chambered for .45 ACP. A good general warfare weapon for drive-bys, shoot outs, and home defense. He had thirty to sell for 4k, and wound add 2000 rounds of ammo along with it. Next was the Jericho 941 pistol, also chambered for .45 ACP. A solid pistol when you need can't bring your UMP. He had another thirty which he'd sell for 3k, but they'd have to buy their own ammo (Presumably from the first deal). Last was the FR F1; fairly antiquated and not really something you normally see on the market, but for them he's sell them ten for 2k, with 500 rounds of 7.5x54 mm. IN total, 9k for everything. That was a steal.

[b]"And... While it's no business of mines for what you need it for, I know that sometimes you need to bring in the heat. Guns and bullets are good for dealing with mooks, but sometimes you need to take out armor."[/b] One last weapon that Dark Matter put on the table was the M72 LAW Rocket Launcher. [b]"I have five of these babies, and about fifty rockets. For another 4k they're yours. What do you say?"[/b]