Gerald finished his drink, looking at the people entering the club. Where did they come from? The looked a tad too young to be underworld or mafia. And the beowolves? He didn't hear about such an operation here, but then again, he was just a hired merc. 

And those weapons seemed just a TAD too fancy for criminal underworld. Could they be hunters? Great. Just great. To have his old childhood dream come back and taunt him like that. Gerald would have none of it. 

"I'm coming with you." Gerald muttered, following Black Adder out of the bar.