Bolt was sitting against the wall, twirling his knife in his fingers when he was asked the question about the money. The truth was, he had hardly spent any of the cash he'd earned since picking this career path. Only enough to survive on. Allowing these people or anyone for that matter to know this though, would be a huge mistake. [color=ed1c24]"I may not look it but I'm a gambler, maybe I'll pay off my bookie or who knows. Probably just bet on the next horse."[/color] he finished with a small scoff. It was a poor attempt at a bluff but they wouldn't know that from the limited information they had on him. He always distanced himself, just his default. [color=ed1c24]"Well lads, I'm gonna go for a stroll. I'll be in touch."[/color] said Bolt simply before vanishing in a loud crackling pop that left a small burn mark on the floor about shoulder length in diameter. The result from teleportation through electrons.

[b]-Now in the same time zone as everyone else-[/b]

Warren had removed his suit and put on some regular clothes, the day was nice so he chose a pair of cargo shorts and a white T. He was walking through the park and admiring the sunshine and chirping birds, almost as a normal happy person would. In fact, he was following up on a lead from his contacts. Catching a glimpse now and then of a young brunette eating ice cream on a bench. Knowledge is power, as they say, and knowing your competition and their habits was always good for business. [color=ed1c24]"So young, appearing so fragile yet one punch from her could shatter bones. Strange world we live in, strange indeed."[/color] he thought to himself, commonly discussing the world around him in his thoughts. He walked past a tree and then there was a loud crack and a singed patch of grass. If she had noticed his presence, she surely would notice his absence and that was enough to plant the seed. The seed of mystery which was a weapon all of it's own if harnessed correctly.