[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: Sidewalk
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Hide in Plain Sight[/center]
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James had been keeping an eye on the situation as soon as he found them, slowing down just a bit as he watched with just a bit of a wrinkle in his nose. The man reeked of testosterone, an obvious case of closet insecurities, but his attention was quickly redirected to the Purifier thugs in front of him. James only shrugged at the man's demand and continued on for a few more feet past them, pausing to watch again. 

James grimaced sympathetically at the guy who clutched at his eye. The best idea was to stay out of the way until they knew the others’ plan but James couldn't help feeling guilty about not touching up the black eye that was probably already forming. James decided to stay near the three Purifiers just in case but wouldn't take any action unless he was needed. Unlike Max apparently who barged directly into the fray and it took everything James had not to sigh and face palm. Of course. Why hadn't they left the guy who suggested breaking into a supermax behind?