[u][center][h1][color=purple]Rocker Warehouse[/color][/h1][/center][/u][center][sub][@PlatinumSkink][/sub][/center]

Shatterpoint shrugged. It wasn't a big deal that she wasn't able to help with the other one and he'd expected her to have a meeting condition like this, though it would've been nice to have a phone number, even for a disposable phone. [color=red]"I see, as for our next meeting place how about-"[/color] Anything Shatterpoint was going to say was cut off by the sound of splintering wood and yells from below stairs. The most distinct of which being that of what could only be the intruder. Shatterpoint grimaced, this sounded like it would be trouble. [color=red]"I may have need of your services already. Whoever this is isn't a hero and sure as hell isn't a civilian."[/color] As he spoke he rapidly typed on the computer, shutting it down and standing up. [color=red]"Do whatever your thing is near me."[/color] Shatterpoint confidently strode forward and opened the door to his 'office' and looked downstairs at the whirling mass of wood and other assorted objects, eyes narrowing behind his goggles. [color=red]"Creep, if I can get that to calm down can you take care of whoever that is? I don't care if it's lethal or not, but do be quick about your response."[/color], he sounded impatient, just on the edge of being anxious.