He approached the building under the number 4315. It was an old, shoddy warehouse, in bad shape. Some lights were flickering inside, and as he approached, he could hear voices from inside. 

[color=DeepSkyBlue] [b][i]I thought this was a one-on-one meeting... [/i][/b] [/color]

When he was wondering if he should be cautious and scout the area from above, there was a loud cracking noise, like someone was breaking a cardboard. and then the silence of a settling house. In the quiet night, he heard a muffled voice.

[color=PaleTurquoise] "...for no man, and while I'm no man, it's certainly not gonna rest on my watch." [/color]

He peeked through the doors of the warehouse. The inside was more like an old, run-down theatre, than a place to store things. He saw a number of figures standing around, and recognized some of them.

[color=DeepSkyBlue] [b][i] "Holy crap, is that Omega? And the frikkin' Tank?!" [/i][/b] [/color]

He quietly slipped through, trying to avoid attention, and stopped next to a woman with a raven mask. She was accompanied by some sort of crocodile with black scales and green eyes, but she had a strange calmness surrounding her. He quietly whispered to her:

[color=DeepSkyBlue] [b][i] "Did I miss something? Where's Ditch?" [/i][/b] [/color]