[b][h3][color=red]BL[/color][color=white]I[/color][color=blue]TZ[/color][/h3]
Mission Assignment: On Cloud Nine
Location: N-Train[/b]

[i]Clack, clack, clack, clack.[/i]

 “Man, this is really some primo shit,” muttered the hulking giant of a man named Quinton, covered in a barely-fitting black muscle shirt and green athletic shorts inside one of the train’s bathrooms as he divided some lines of coke on the sink, rapidly inhaling them into his nostrils. His eyes were already shot to hell, and he figured it didn’t matter since there shouldn’t be any prick journalists in the area. Journalists were the spawn of the Devil, if such a thing existed.

 With one long line snorted, [color=red]BL[/color][color=white]I[/color][color=blue]TZ[/color] threw his head backwards, accidentally denting the bathroom wall as he roared, “[b]Yeah, baby, I’m fucking ready![/b]” A few harrowing seconds later with the small bathroom constraining his movements, and Quinton was back in one of the passenger cars as he wiped his nose. He half-listened, half-ignored the Assistant Director’s words, but did focus upon the fissile material they were transporting. Retaining that was definitely mission critical, to the point [color=red]BL[/color][color=white]I[/color][color=blue]TZ[/color] would likely sacrifice a Hero in order to protect it.

 This knowledge in mind, Quinton carefully made his way through the tight doors down to their precious cargo, bursting into car after sliding his credentials, bellowing to Dhampir, “Sup! Uh… Who are you again? You look like you’re aiming for moody bad boy, shit, you even read books in this day n’ age.”

 [color=red]BL[/color][color=white]I[/color][color=blue]TZ[/color] strolled inside and took a seat against the wall, off-handedly mentioning, “Probably best I sit back in here since I’m a hands-on kinda guy, and we’re on a train that hauling so much ass it might even be faster than me. Besides, our buddies will get a pleasant, fisty surprise if they wander in.” The man whipped out an enormous vape and began taking hits off it, blowing off strawberry-smelling smoke.