[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]	[color=00a99d]"I only hurt assholes who deserve it - or if the price is right,"[/color] Scott snapped, staring at Trevor. He didn't like that this man had shown up out of nowhere, wanting to talk to him. He didn't move his gun away from Trevor, but he grabbed the car from Trevor's coat pocket and read it, before putting it inside of his own pocket. It might come in handy later. He figured there was a chance that he'd end up killing Trevor. But first, Scott needed answers. 

	[color=00a99d]"I got questions of my own. One - how'd you find me? Two - why the hell did you think it was a good idea to try and find me? Three - why did you want to find me? And four - got any next of kin? Might need to make a deposit. I'm sure they'd love to recover your body. But that doesn't have to happen if you explain your shit right now -[i][b] I want the goddamn truth![/b][/i]"[/color]