[right][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjcyLmViZWRmZi5RbXgxY2lCU1lXSmlhWFEuMA/halcion.italic.png[/img][/right][hr][color=d4dcf2][i][b]Location | Innocuous Warehouse | 
Missions | A Dish Best Served Cold |
Mentions | [u][@Akayaofthemoon][/u], [@Hitman], [@Mintz], [@Sassy1085] |[/b][/i][/color][hr]The streets were quiet, specifically around this area. From a hero’s perspective, that’d likely be a pretty good thing. It wasn’t. Something was up here, and the streets knew it. Something was upsetting the balance and Sol knew what it was. He heard some talking about an old drug plant that they were reopening as a front. The reason, he wasn’t too keen about. Thus, he was off the Paladin but was also off the record. If they knew what he was coming here to do, they’d likely try to stop him. Thus with even as little as it’s seen, the Blur Rabbit didn’t make an appearance today. 

Instead it was just the disappointment nobody, Solomon Powers, making his way down the road with hands in his pockets. The name of the game was casual wear, but made him unrecognizable. So he was in a royal blue hoodie, black jeans, with similarly black and blue basketball high-tops. His hair was concealed underneath a black trucker cap, his hands with black tactical gloves. He wore his protective bodysuit beneath as well, just in case. When right outside, he pulled down a blank white face mask from under his hat to conceal his face.

When inside, it looked like they were just breaking for the mission to start. Sol took a moment to look around and it seemed about as he expected. Going by the sights and smells, there were [i]actual[/i] drugs in play here. The choice to do so baffled him some. This stuff was usually supposed to be disposed of, not to be played with for a mission designed to capture [i]one[/i] person. But people who turned to drugs for their problems needed to be locked up with little to no help…A topic for another time.

In the moment, there were many more people involved for him to do what he was going to do initially. His eyes went to the heroes involved, nodding in passing to Piranha Boy who seemed to be taking charge of the mission. Two of which, Sol recognized. His lips pursed under his mask, knowing immediately one of them would present an issue if he didn’t address it quickly. So, as the group moved into whatever positions in anticipation, Solomon followed her. He kept his voice low but spoke up as he neared her.

[color=d4dcf2]“Ren. Quick, I have to talk to you.”[/color]