[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] Trevor[/center][hr][hr]	Scott had gone to pack a bag with some necessities for heading to pick up the kids when he heard the knock. He froze for a moment, listening, before he headed to the door and opened it a crack. [color=00a99d]"Yeah?"[/color] he said gruffly. It clearly wasn't a cop. That much was a relief. And he doubted it was anyone connected to his buddies - they were off getting ready for some job. That left one last reason as to who it could be. He nodded, opening the door more, before he grabbed Trevor and closed the door behind him, locking it.

	In a matter of minutes, he had Trevor hogtied to a chair and he had one of his pistols in his hand, pointing it at the man. He didn't take kindly to door to door salesmen, but he sensed that Trevor was something else entirely. [color=00a99d]"What do you want, snot weasel?"[/color] Scott asked, ready to kill or at least injure the man at a second's notice. He had a feeling he was connected to this entire mess and he was going to keep those kids safe, damn it.