Lobo had finally arrived at the address given by the email after many hitchhiking rides and a few vehicles 'borrowed' from their owners, he grunts in annoyance at the building's modern architecture being more fire-safe than he was used to. [color=9e0b0f]No matter. They will soon learn what happens if I am to be trifled with.[/color] 

The tanned teen makes his way into the building, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, eventually he came across the doors to the conference room. With a flame flickering from his lighter in one hand he pushes open the doors with a newly-formed fireball in the other, "Okay you cabróns I'm here for what I was offered. Hand it over. Now."