The Jersey Devil got the notification of the email as he checked in on the homeless, and on his secret stash of stuff at the abandoned building. Maybe another gig? He was worried that their boss, might have overdone it, and would be having to quit. Good things had a tendency not to last around him. (thought from a kid who barely experienced anything long lived regardless). Popping on his music, "I gotta Feeling" by the Black eyed peas, Bob leapt off the building with his spring step and vaulted across the roof tops. he loved the feel of the straps fluttering behind him. Bounce, handspring, flip and twirl as Talia had instructed, land... almost perfectly, roll, and back up to the next ledge. He'd get it eventually. His last spring sent him low, sailing down to *Twack* against the side of the building across the street, claws digging into the ledge of the window, black glass eyes staring in at Manny's appartment.