[h2][color=ed145b]Ryan "Sharkman" Jacobs[/color][/h2]

After their mission, Sharkman had fled, using the confusion from the explosion as cover. After laying low for several hours, he'd made his way back to Alcatraz in the wee hours of the morning and slept. The last two days had been spent finishing moving in, and, more importantly, beginning an intense training regimen. He hadn't expected quite the resistance they'd had at the factory, and had busied himself with making himself a better fighter. He had been showering after lifting weights in his [s]cell[/s]dorm when his phone buzzed, alerting him to the meeting.

[color=ed145b]"Sup. Are you gonna pay us today?"[/color] Ryan asked Noxious, resting his massive pair of scissors against the table as he slouched into a chair. He was still wearing has mask, but hadn't seen fit to fully suit up: He had on a black tank-top, showing off his lean, yet toned build, and a pair of slate-grey jeans.

[color=ed145b]"We haven't met since our last adventure, have we? How have you been?"[/color] He asked Quinn idly. [color=ed145b]"I think the last mission went alright, though I'm a little worried about Jackie."[/color] He mused, frowning a little. [color=ed145b]"Are we gonna spring them out?"[/color]