[Center][h2]Heartless-Trainyard[/h2]
[@yoshua171][@BCTheEntity][@Eklispe][@ProPro][@Old Amsterdam][/center]

As Heartless attempted to enter the office, he found there was actually nowhere for him to fit under the door. The room was completely airtight, which was admittedly something he had never run into before. He reformed into his usual human shape, looking up when he thought he saw something weird. He was about to investigate further when Headhunter declared that he had found the box they had been looking for. A smile crossed his face as he made his way down the gang, ready to tear into their prize. [color=gray]"Good work Headhunter, let's bag our prize and get the hell out of here before the cops show up. 

Thunderbird had it covered though, tossing aside boxes until he found what they were looking for. He passed it along and Heartless was the first person to receive it, hesitating to pass it on to anyone else. [color=gray]"I think I should hold onto it. I'm the guy you want transporting things, trust me."[/color] He was of course referring to his ability to take objects into the shadows with him, making him the best candidate for carrying the box. [color=gray]"Anyways, let's get out of here. Something doesn't feel quite right."[/color] Ever since they had started looking for the box the back of his neck was tingling. Whether it was the cops or more gang members, something was coming. He could feel it.