Girard listened to the last bit and bobs of information on the targets and mission before Ditch decided to dismiss them what with the time. He decided on having a quick look around the rest of the theater before he left so he could think of uses for some of the rooms once the place got fixed up since Rose talked about getting a whole crew in the place. Once it was fixed up however he was going to be all over setting up some rooms they might find useful, like a workshop where he could make more of his explosive toys among other things with less risk of trouble if he messed up. There could also be a fitness area that could be made to handle powers decently without falling apart if they were reasonable about it. This was going to be a hell of a project and he was looking forward to making it work for them to make up for taking out a wall. Of course before the big man left the neighborhood he did have a discreet look around having donned his helmet again so he could see about finding any trouble if there was something to worry about. There ended up being nothing to find that worried him but he would likely check it on his outings once in a while but for now he had to get home to tidy up and sleep.

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The big man woke up to his rather loud alarm at seven, he slept like a rock so it had become a necessity to his mornings, shifting to find the button quickly before getting himself up from his deceptively reinforced bed. It had been one of his other important projects for comfort because he had tried more than a couple solutions before getting it right for a man of his size and weight. He had a basement apartment that was spacious enough for him, a bit plain but he didn't need anything special, as well as some access to the maintenance room attached the landlord to let him do a bit of hobby building as far as they knew. It wasn't entirely untrue but he made sure to keep his more volatile ideas well hidden while some of the other models/carvings were proudly displayed like the planes or buildings which he had started selling here or there if anyone thought they were worth something. All in all he kept himself busy in his privacy which is how he preferred it because as patient as he was there was always something he ended up doing to fill the gaps.

Girard went through his morning ritual quickly having plans to meet up with his family at his father's diner, Morning Glory, for breakfast and just to enjoy the company. He threw on a plain grey shirt and his jeans/workpants before heading out on foot from his apartment making sure to bring his phone with him knowing his luck with work popping up at the most unexpected times. He lived at a pretty central part of the city so getting around from his place was rather easy not to mention he rarely got tired from his walks some of which were longer than needed. Tank always enjoyed getting a bit of air or taking in the sights of the city and surrounding area though he had yet to find a car or truck that could comfortably handle his weight so it left him to enjoying his walks while they lasted. Not to mention it kept him in excellent shape alongside his other activities which was good all around for the big man because he hated the idea of looking like crap if he could do something about it not that it seemed to carry much weight but he didn't let it get him down. It was a less than eventful walk to his enjoyment preferring not to get Tank mixed with Girard during the day if possible because if it got to a point convincing people he wasn't his 'masked self' would get incredibly difficult very quickly, a struggle he faced on a couple occasions.

The big guy made it to the diner's door after about a half hour walk entering to find his mother and siblings sitting at the counter waiting for him and greeted to the smell of his father cooking in the back. He ended up getting a hug from his mother and sister and gave his brother clasp on his good shoulder and took his seat with them on his stool that he tweaked a little while he got a thumbs up from his father who was determined to finish quickly so he could join them. His power had defined his lifestyle in more than a few ways but it never cut into family time if he could help it with a little persistence as well as ingenuity ad more than a little support from everyone who mattered.

"So how are things you four?" Girard asked a big smile practically etched into his face.

"I'm keeping up my book club well, May is having her big concert recital next weekend and Jerry is getting some attention to his drawings at school." His mom explained subtly making a point of his sister's event after he missed the last one while taking out a criminal's operations at a fishery, not that they knew but he still felt bad.

"Its been alright." His father said casually but a little more neutral than usual.

"Great to hear that. I thought little sis seemed up about something when she called last. You enjoying the drawing Jer?" He said back locking eyes with his father for all of a half second who lightly moved his head towards the back door.

"I'm getting all nervous about it already, the entire school will be watching and I don't want to mess up." May said a little panicky over her impending performance, she never did like crowds but he seemed a little more anxious than usual.

"Lets me be creative. Other guys thinks its a little boring though." Jeremiah said calmly not really seeming phased by the question or his answer.

"May don't worry so much, you know your the best in your grade it'll pan out well once your up there. You seem a little off Jer...something up with those guys?" The big guy said reassuring his sister but mildly concerned with his brother since his arm seemed to attract unwanted attention.

"Nope." The younger brother replied rather abruptly.

"Everyone hungry?" His father called out sounding more enthusiastic than before bringing out the plates in succession.

The family took the time to eat and chat a bit more before Girard and his father managed to get to the back to have a quiet discussion.

"Don't think I need to tell you but the gangs have been moving around the area again but these ones seem more confident than any I've heard of. Seems like Jeremiah and May might have been harassed by them, nothing physical yet but I doubt you need more reason." His father said laying his information on the line knowing full well his son wanted to hear it sooner rather than later.

"Looks like I got some work on my hands. Dad I appreciate you trusting me enough for helping keep all of you safe, I'll have them run out soon as possible." Girard said more than determined to give the offenders the biggest asskicking of their lives for having the gall to come near his family.

"Me and your mother know we can't exactly stop you son, but keep alive for our sakes and your siblings because even if you are Tank your still Girard under that helmet." His father returned giving a firm grip on the shoulder and a weak smile before they both put back on normal expressions and rejoined then rest of the family for a few minutes before his phone started ringing.

He excused himself heading outside the front keeping an eye around him as he pulled out his phone.

"Tim? Yeah sure I can do some work today guessing Frankie dropped like usual, where is this going down? 4315 Racket Ave...yeah sure no problem I'll be there as soon as I can. Need me to pick up anything on the way? Tyler needs some screws huh? Alright be there in a jiffy." The big guy said feeling incredibly awkward about the call but covering it up well in a businesslike tone.

[i]This day just gets better and better doesn't it.[/i] He thought sarcastically but not ready to disappoint.

He walked back in and gave a quick goodbye/explanation to his family before heading out towards the HQ knowing a store he could hit up on the way. 

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It was a longer walk to the old theater than it had been to the diner and his work buddies knew he walked everywhere so it wasn't a surprise when he finally got there with the requested screws in hand still managing to be on time though it turned out Tyler got called off the job so he would just leave the screws with the spares if the did end up needing them anyways. Tank got assigned the hole he made and one of the larger rooms at the back though it was likely he was going to be everywhere, working like a man possessed. It felt extremely weird to him fixing what he knew was the HQ so it made him get even more hyper focused about getting the place in shape. The big guy had something of a reputation for his work ethic and efficiency which is how him and Tim got in contact starting to talk business. He was a freelance guy but he had helped the man more than a few times in a bind because he liked the crew and not to mention they got paid well for the effort they put in.

[i]Glad its during the day, I doubt most of the others will show up here if any. But hopefully all the guys will keep them at a distance hopefully...[/i] Girard thought maybe a little uncomfortable with more of the group than necessary knowing what he did for his day job, the irony would end up getting him laughed at likely.