[center][color=turquoise][h1]Priest[/h1][/color][/center]
[hr][center] [color=fff200]Assignment[/color]: [color=turquoise] Bring On the Gang! [/color] Interacting with [@King Tai] and [@Gutshot] [/center][hr]

	Priest sat in his comfy chair in the back of his van. It was a black van with three white stripes bearing the logo of [b]Current and Future Consultation[/b]. Not particularly inconspicuous but he didn't really care. He was a business man and ads were important when the whole city was in trouble. That meant he was busy... when he wanted to be. He kicked back in the chair, looking at the small globe he held in his right hand while eating from a bag of potato chips left on the small table to his right. All the furniture in the van was bolted down and there was a harness for his servant so the van wouldn't be totaled every time he went somewhere. The golem himself was absent. In fact Priest was watching him right now.
	[color=crimson]"I found them."[/color] A deep, flat voice rang through his earpiece. Bob wasn't a very enthusiastic golem but he was more practical and useful than most anything else that Priest had ever come across. He was downright amazing, Priest might even be caught saying. Of course that's also because the man who created Bob was in fact Priest. Who was more amazing than Priest? Let's not speak rhetorics now. Of course Priest was the best.
	Wiping crumbs off his hand onto his expensive pants, Priest answered back. [color=turquoise]"Perfect. Alright Bob. Subdue them."[/color]
	[color=crimson]"Yes, sir."[/color] Bob responded dryly.
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	There had to be a little more than half a dozen street punks cornering a dressed up couple in the alley. Looks like they wanted to make a good score off of the two. Bob's footsteps weren't exactly light as he walked closer to the group. One turned to look at him. "Hey, hey guys! Who the hell is that?" The closest punk said, trying to get the attention of the others.
	"Looks like a hero to me. Hey hero, you know who owns this place right?!" A bold punk in green with a matching mohawk said. "That's right, it's us, the Jade Vipers!"
	[color=crimson]"Who?"[/color] Bob questioned flatly. Bob never forgets things. This was a gang he had never even heard of.
	"Clearly you haven't been around here long enough to learn who's real here. How about we show you?" The punk leader threatened.
	Bob cocked his stout head to the side and said again in unchanged tone. [color=crimson]"Who are you?"[/color]
	"I don't know, that guy's like a killer whale, man." A shorter one in the back said hesitantly.
	"Who cares!? Nothing a good pipe doesn't solve." The punk in green retorted confidently. He and four others started moving toward Bob, leaving only three to threaten the couple who were trapped against a corner.
	[color=turquoise]"Hey Bob, don't kill them."[/color] Priest chimed in through the ear piece.
	With what little expression the golem had he frowned. [color=crimson]"Understood."[/color] The gang quickly surrounded him while he just stood there and waited for one of them to move into his reach.
	"No fire huh? I got this!" The leader shouted, rushing toward Bob and swinging a length of metal pipe.
	Bob caught the pipe without effort and bitch-slapped the punk to the ground. The leader groaned before rolling back to his feet and looking a little perturbed. [color=crimson]"I got this!"[/color] Bob repeated in similar tone.
	"He's mocking us! You all gonna take that? Get him!" The green punk commanded. The others looked nervous a moment before making up their minds and charging. They had chains, knives, whatever random implement of murder they could get a hold of. Bob completely ignored most of them as they tried wailing on him. Taking a step forward he grabbed one of the gangers by both arms, lifted him into the air and head butted 'gently'. The lights went out in his eyes so Bob dropped him.
	[color=turquoise]"Back left, Bob."[/color] Priest advised through the ear-piece. The golem swung a massive fist, bitch-slapping one of the other gangers across the alley without even looking at him. [color=turquoise]"Ho! I think you killed that one."[/color] Priest commented excitedly.
	Bob looked at the prone figure, casually watching his chest go up and down as some of the other gangers kept beating on him. [color=crimson]"He's fine."[/color] The giant judged.
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	Priest's phone suddenly went off, alerting him to another line on his earpiece. He glanced at it, seeing the name [b]Fearless Leader[/b] on the caller ID. Priest shrugged and set it to record rather than listen to it, grabbing another handful of potato chips while he watched and [i]advised[/i] Bob.
	After a long pause he finally got curious and listened to Blaque's short message. [color=gray]"Team, I need everyone to return back to Safe Haven ASAP. I know you all are either in the middle of a mission or to your own devices but as soon as you get back, there is a matter we need to discuss. Does everyone copy?"[/color]
	Letting loose a sigh, Priest muttered. [color=turquoise]"Okay, okay."[/color] He rolled up the chips, threw them in a box and slipped up to the driver's seat. [color=turquoise]"Alrighty, Bob. Just throw the gang in a dumpster and pry it closed or something. I'll call it in."[/color] He spoke through the earpiece. [i] Or maybe we should just leave them there..[/i] He thought to himself.
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	Bob made short work of the rest of the gang, two of them ran off but he wasn't particularly fast so he ignored them. He bent the dumpster inward, locking the top in place and making it unthinkable to pry open without a machine. "Hey you can't do this to us!" He whined.
	[color=crimson]"I just did."[/color] Bob stated.
	The consultant van slid to a halt at the end of the alleyway. The golem climbed into the back, causing the van to groan in protest. All set, Priest shifted into drive. To the Bar!
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	Being one of the last to arrive was awkward so Priest just innocently smiled like he always does. A fake mask he regularly wore.  Bob didn't follow him in this time. Last time a few somethings broke and it made for a hilarious night. Of course no one else appreciated it the way he did. The door hasn't closed quite the same way since.
	Priest walked over and slapped N.E.R.O.N. on the back. [color=turquoise]"Hey Tinman, any success getting a brain from that wizard today?"[/color] He jested. He took a stool two seats down and spun around until he was leaning against the bar. [color=turquoise]"All ears here, Fearless Leader."[/color]