[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/CHAWJBw.png[/img] -[@rocketrobie2][/center] [b]Old Abandoned Hospital, Nueva York.[/b] Nayden had felt off since they had arrived. The hospital had been chosen specifically for its strategic advantages. That room, simple as it seemed, was just big enough for The Boss to accommodate his best while offering an alternative route for escape should things go south. Not that any of that would be necessary. The Sword, as they liked to call Nayden in the gang, was confident that these new thugs were just as doltish as any. They would be easy to put down [i]should[/i] the need arise. The Boss had found conversation with his Second, both speaking of the possibilities. Nayden, garbed his white attire and black suit jacket, leaned casually on the chrome counter; a physical boundary separating them and the newest arrival. The moment the door open, his head perked up and his sharp eyes slid to bulky man. Five armed men stood from their seats as well, all garbed in respectable suits. [i]All those muscles and he still doesn't measure up to me. He's just another meat-head.[/i] The Boss stepped ahead of The Second, nearly as tall but hardly the powerful presence that Patrick was. He scratched his groomed beard, touching the scar that framed the right side of his face. "Welcome," greeted the elder. "Jesse, Sword, introduce yourselves. Afterwards we may begin with this... this meeting." The Second stepped up. "Nice to meet you." Nayden, eyes still fixated on the bulky man, kept quiet for a moment. [b]"... Hello."[/b]