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Max pulled at the lapels of his suit. It was dyed in all black aside from the purple tie and neatly-folded pocket square. He had a black fedora with a purple ribbon to fit his ensemble. Max tried to ignore the fact that he was wearing a suit that cost as much as a beat-up car. It fit him perfectly but he was missing his comfortable, baggy clothing. That and he had an inkling that this mission would probably end with a ruined suit. Tied to his belt was his ID- [i]Alcide Sicily[/i]. Others have always said he looked [i]vaguely[/i] Italian, so he figured he would roll with it. On his fingers with multiple rings with purple motifs, some too edgy to be worn in public. Finally he had his gun and a retractable baton stick on his leg.

Max listened intently to the Blake's reconfirmation of the plan. The boy made sure to drill it into his head and just follow the plan. Hell, he'd avoid conversing with the other gangsters in the party, he knew his tongue and it could very well just compromise his cover or hell, the mission. Luckily his resting face helped his façade and he fit right at home with the moody criminals. The guard simply grunted at him, as if already convinced he was a criminal. Max still flashed the pass towards him and sauntered in.

[i][color=#E3C7FF]Walk as if you need to be somewhere and look busy, no one will bother you then,[/color][/i] were the words Max repeated in his head whilst biting his tongue. It was an effort to not comment on some of these criminals' mannerisms or clothing style. Max eyes flickered through the sea of criminals conversing and even partying with each other. [i][color=#E3C7FF]What a crazy assortment of scum.[/color][/i]

[i][color=#E3C7FF]Uh, oh.[/color][/i] Max's eyes landed on a familiar figure, a figure he threatened during his short one-fight-stint as a vigilante before becoming an official HERO agent. It was one of the Brookside Bruiser goons with that was with Iron George. The goon seemed to be next to his superiors but Max didn't recognize them. He pulled his fedora downwards as his phone buzzed in his pants.

Max read through the Blake's and Patricia's messages before sending his own-

[color=#E3C7FF][i]Got it. Don't let Malady touch you.[/i][/color] Luckily Max had taken some of his off-time to reading about some of the notable villains and he knew what Malady looked like. [color=#E3C7FF][i]Can't offer much in terms of ideas but... I got a question, how likely is it that the Brookside Brothers are in this get-together? If so it's possible I may be screwed, I recognize one of them. They'd probably recognize me too.[/i][/color]

[color=#E3C7FF][i]Autocorrect, it's Bruisers... I think.[/i][/color]
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