[center][h2][color=gray]Heartless-Cruise Control[/color][/h2]
[@Gardevoiran][@Xandrya][@Old Amsterdam][/center]

Heartless was bored. As he tapped his fingers on the table of the booth he was sitting at, he pondered why he was at a diplomatic meeting of all the major players of the city. He never signed up for this shit, his job was supposed to be to steal things. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked around the bar, noting how the Rockers didn't even bother sending in anyone important. Just some low level Stranger mooks, how lame. Some people from Lethal Force showed up surprisingly, he would have to keep an eye on them. Just because they weren't with the PRT didn't mean they were willing to just let such a massive showing of villains go free. They could be setting up an ambush to his knowledge, so they would need to be monitored.

Retcon had been the first to show up- wait what? Heartless stared at Retcon for a moment as he thought about when he (she?) had gotten here and shook his head. Fucking weirdos. Purge and Exhale had shown up next, or possibly first, nothing wrong there. You can trust the mob to respect neutral territories, so they wouldn't be a problem for now. Sabotage had shown up next, messing around with some unknown device. The usual. Macavity had shown up at some point, why is Purge wiping down the tables with wet wipes? Heartless shook his head as his attention turned back to the bartender, an unseen smile on his lips as he looked at his boss doing pointless busywork. He was sorely tempted to go over and order a drink, but then he would have to take off his helmet to drink. Not happening. Speaking of helmets, he had gotten a nice new upgrade for his, no need to worry about Chatterbox going rogue anymore. Heartless could just cut out sound from the world at anytime with but a press of a button.

Honestly he wanted to do that now, but unfortunately he has a job to do. It was after all this passed through his mind that he realized he had been tapping the table for quite a while now and that it was probably incredibly obnoxious to everyone. Oh well. Someone new came in, Heartless had no idea who she was. God damnit, now he has to talk to her. Heartless walked over to the woman and slid into the seat opposite her, his the "eyes" on his helmet staring into hers. [color=gray]"Sorry to disappoint, but I don't think they're serving food this late. Mind if I buy you a drink to make up for it?"[/color] One of the "eyes" winked at her, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he leaned back in his chair. [color=gray]"The name's Heartless, pleasure to meet you."[/color] He reached out for a handshake with his gloved hand, attempting to sound as friendly as possible.