[@hagroden][@Agent 47]

[H2][Center][color=f26522]Justin Harken[/color][/center][/h2]

[color=f26522]"I'm sure we can find a McDonald's that won't mind the business."[/color] Justin said as he draped a large grey trenchcoat over his tactical gear. The guy might be unnaturally creepy but at least he had a sense of humor.

The combination of clothing was hardly going to win him any fashion awards. Fashion wasn't the point however. Eld Fen wasn't always there to teleport them around the city, which meant occasionally going out and travelling to trouble spots. Even in a car it was best not to take chances. That meant covering the collection of weapons and gear attached to the tactical harness on his torso.

He quickly scribbled "HERE" in big bold letter on a sticky note, slapping it atop the big red dot on the screen. If any of the other Saints arrived while they were gone it would be very helpful if they knew where to head. Preparations all done he turned and took the proffered hand.