[center][h2][color=009966]Joseph 'Tank' Cooper[/color][/h2][/center]
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He left the Greek place a little before noon time, the sun's rays feeling extra good after that discussion with Sarah. He had to admit, she wasn't someone you messed with (much). He'd given her a big grin when she'd told him to meet her at one of the rougher places in town that night. Meant she was a rough girl, and he had no problems with that. 

He wouldn't be late, he decided. He'd not be early either. He'd arrive precisely when he meant to. That's how the classy guys do it, after all. Make them wonder, but not get them pissed. In fact, get them just ready to be pissed before you surprise them and make them feel silly for doubting you. 

He made it to the other side of the street and leaned on his bike before calling up Greg. He needed to make sure those idiots from yesterday told him anything that he found out or kept quiet. He almost didn't dial the number, thinking that he might be dragged into some shit that would make him late for tonight, but he doubted it. Even if that were the case and he needed to go in, it was nothing he couldn't handle. Once Greg picked it up, Tank started talking. 

"[color=009966]Hey Greg it's Tank, listen. Not sure if you were told but when I made it to the 2nd roof yesterday, it looked like the guy really did make that leap of faith and land in a roll. He knew what he was doing at least, judging by the athleticism and the boots he was wearing. There was some blood too, and it looked like he made it down the fire escape and the back stairs into the alleyway, but the trail goes cold after that.[/color]"