Thomas had talked to the paramedics about the events of the night, while they had been stitching him up. He told them how a glass shard had hit his arm when he was hiding from the gunmen, and how he had seen a guy in a mask and hat run away from the scene. The police didn't have any further questions for the Texan. Thomas had made his way home, hearing how one of the jocks, Jakob was his name, bragging about how he had "totally beaten up" one of the thugs. Thomas had just shrugged. If they guy wanted to take on the fury of the gang that these guys had belonged to, he was more than welcome to. **** Thomas had woken up, and followed the news regarding the school shooting. The student that had been shot was a notorious drug-dealer. Not exactly a loss in Thomas's eyes. But then again, it could've been an innocent kid. The gangbangers needed to be brought to justice. Thomas would see that it was by cuffs, and not by bullet through the temple, like a few of the less fortunate thugs at the dance. Thomas's cut that he had given himself in the arm was now just about healed. The wound being nothing more but a fading scar. Thomas wanted to find out more about the guys who shot up the dance, but also more about the people who had, like him, taken action. Thomas had seen the glue grenades incapacitating the leader and he had seen the burning car, that seemingly had self-combusted. Not to mention the guys who had been demolished by someone even stronger than the Texan himself. It rose all kinds of red flags in Thomas's psyche, but also several of curiosity. [i]”Are there more like me?..”[/i] Thomas asked himself. He turned off the TV, when he noticed his phone buzzing, a text from Roanna. Thomas read it and quickly replied. [i]I'm a bit shaken up, but I think I'll be okay. What about you? And just about anytime's good for me to work on our project.[/i] He responded, putting the old phone back on the table, going for a workout and then a shower before he'd head out to try and find some clues to the location of the criminals.