[center][color=0072bc][h3]Jackson Hurley: AKA Slingshot [/h3][/color][/center]

[i][u]May 5th, 2012 | 22:55:23[/u][/i]
[u]Location: The Rum House, Manhattan, New York City[/u]

[u]Interactions: [@Almalthia], [@chain], [@Draku69] [@sewer rat] [@jorcool] [@TwilightShadow][/u]

Every muscle in his body tensed up. Jackson locked eyes with the woman, before turning his gaze towards the others he somewhat recognized from his files. Several high-tier mercenaries, someone with mutant abilities... Jackson was probably the least impressive individual in this place. And then that's when his eyes glossed over the woman who joined the bar... [i]her description matched the eye-witness reports... but she couldn't...[/i]

Jackson snapped out of his paranoia, the corners of his lips turning into a wry, knowing smile. He had to take back control in this situation. "[color=a2d39c]This little piece I've got is the only thing protecting me from you and all the other dangerous folks in here. Besides...[/color]" Jackson reached his gloved hand to unzip part of his jacket so he could reach in and pull out a badge. This process also revealed what the biker was wearing under his jack: a form-fitting body armor, nothing fancy, just something to help stop bullets and knives from penetrating so easily.

The gloved man flashed the identification he had, careful to only show the badge portion. It was from SHIELD. The other part of the little badge he stole would reveal the identification card of an Agent Myers, so he made sure to keep that covered up on the back. Bastard was never observant, but I'm pretty sure Myers would figure out what happened by the next morning. "[color=a2d39c]I'm on assignment, sort of.[/color]" The armed man then put the badge away once again, resting his forearms on the counter. "[color=a2d39c]And if you want my advice, you should probably be honest about your age to the guy making googly eyes at you. Trust is a cornerstone of any relationship.[/color]"