"[i]Hello fellas. Now which one of you is in charge of this robbery thing?[/i]", Orb Weaver stood straight up as John stepped into view of him and his group. In a flash, all four men had their weapons raised, ready to fire if they had to, however no one pulled their triggers quite yet. Orb Weaver's eyes narrowed a bit as he looked at the young man before him, John hadn't just flat out engaged the group, which could possibly be a good sign, perhaps he could charm his way out of a fight. "[color=fff200][b]I suppose you could say i'm the one in charge of this merry band of misfits. Well, for now at least.[/b][/color]" he stated as he pointed the barrel of his gun to the floor. The rest of the group kept their weapons pointed at John, Orb weaver did not reprimand them for it as complete trust in a stranger was a fool's gambit. Taking a moment to glance behind himself and his team to ensure they weren't being snuck up on, Orb weaver then cocked his head to the side a bit, "[color=fff200][b]You look a bit young to be a guard, so i'm guessing that means you're the super I was warned about earlier. I guess the question now is whether or not you're here to stop me.[/b][/color]". "[b]We ain't got time for this Orb weaver, let's just cap 'im and go![/b]" One of the shot gun wielders hissed as he began to tighten his grip on the weapon. 

Orb weaver's arm shot out like a blur as he grabed the front of the weapon and forced the barrel to point towards the ground, he gave his comrade a sharp glare that was ultimately lost due to his mask before returning attention to John,  "[b][color=fff200]Apologies. This bunch can be a bit twitchy.[/color][/b]". Orb weaver kept his tone polite and somewhat business like as he addressed John, though there was still some underlying tension due to both the rapidly decreasing window of time and the fact that he was unaware of John's motives.