[center][color=silver][h1][i]~Bartholomew~[/i][/h1][/color][/center] [sub][i]Location: NYC Compound, Main Square - 12:15 PM[/i][/sub] [sub][i]Mentions & Interactions: [@Lasrever] and [@FailingForward][/i][/sub] [hr] [color=silver]"You mean besides the satisfaction of giving those Peacekeeper shit heads a taste of their own medicine and laying the groundwork for the downfall of places like this?"[/color] Bartholomew asked, gesturing with both arms at the surrounding area in a wide sweeping gesture. [color=silver]"How about a safe place to stay with some halfway decent food, and most importantly..."[/color] He paused, letting his arms fall back to his sides as he leaned on his cane once more. [color=silver]"No I.D. chip in your neck. So what do you say? I can't make any promises on the tattoo, but surely it's a small price to pay for some measure of comfort and peace?"[/color] He asked with a slight smirk as he shifted his gaze back and forth between the two women, carefully taking in their reactions to his words. He honestly hoped this worked. It hadn't been his strongest or most convincing of lines but it was true. For the most part anyway. They would be living in a relatively comfortable and secure place. The safe house within a blocked off section of the Compounds sewer system, which was less disgusting than one would think thanks to Bartholomew's meticulous nature and insanely high standard of personal hygiene. A standard that he demanded everyone else in the safe house follow as well.