[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] Janelle[/center][hr][hr]	Scott heard her brother on the other end distantly and couldn't help but be happy and irritated - happy that Janelle had someone there with functioning vision, irritated that it was Jace - or Twink Number Two as he thought of him lately. Everyone in this goddamn mess made Scott want to just put a piece of lead between someone's eyes - hell, it could even be his own at this rate since at least that would get him out of all of this nonsense. [color=00a99d]"Yeah kid, it is - it's fucking nationwide,"[/color] Scott told Janelle. [color=00a99d]"I got a visit from some batshit coroner - she seemed pretty guilty if you ask me - so I want you to come to my place. I have all the guns we need."[/color]

	He then felt his phone buzz and he took it away from his ear for a moment, seeing a text from one of his buddies with a potential job. He'd get back to them after the phone call. If it couldn't wait five minutes for a confirmation, then it wasn't a job that he wanted to get involved with anyways. [color=00a99d]"I mean it, it ain't safe for a thing like you out there. And I guess you can bring Twink Number Two with ya as well if you insist."[/color] He figured that she would, since he was her brother.