[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=00a99d]Scott Rydzynski[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/293bebeaa3fd1551baba10b2edbd113c/tumblr_okhufmr6lU1qdhps7o3_r1_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00a99d]Location:[/color][/b] His Apartment - Seattle, Washington 
[b][color=00a99d]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Employed Idiots[/center][hr][hr]	Scott had ignored texts from Cynthia, Gideon, and Isley - he had expressly told only the blind kid that she could have his phone number. He was irritated that they had disrespected his wishes, forcing him to be part of their secret club of people with whacked out powers. Scott contemplated just crushing his phone and changing the number, but he had a soft spot for the girl, Janelle. She reminded him too much of his own daughter - the one he never met - and if she needed help, he'd come. Anyone else...he'd flip a coin first. If it was heads or tails, he'd stay home. 

	Scott sighed, hearing a knock on his apartment door as he headed on over. He was dressed in jeans and an army t-shirt, his dog tags plainly visible as he opened the door. Despite his current line of work as a mercenary, he actually was a green beret - just retired from special forces. [color=00a99d]"Yeah?"[/color] Scott asked, taking a sip of his cup of coffee. [color=00a99d]"What can I do for ya, officer?"[/color] he then followed up, taking another sip.