From the abandoned building, Thorald looked out over the city park, only to see the lights all flicker and turn off. He smirked.

Someone's getting desperate.

Looking around, Thorald checked to make sure that there was nobody around. Moving to a spot where the moonlight hit just right, he pulled out a deck of cards and began playing Solitaire, all the while holding his hammer right next to him. Looking around, he noted that this building was devoid of any cameras. He sighed, thankful he had gone into an old building, before continuing to use the cards.

Jonathan stiffened as the lights went out, a involuntary action from childhood that stuck around. He ignored it and pressed on, following Finn's advice, he too started moving with the crowds.

Very fluidly he removed the Story-Tellers from his pockets, the weapons feeling like just another extension of him in his hands. He wanted to be ready when they got to the location, which would be soon with the crowd he was in slowly dispersing as people began to find friends and love ones or their homes.

The young tailor could feel his heart beating faster as he stepped closer and closer to the location, looking for anyone that could be his enemy.

It's now or never, this trap has to catch our hunters or we end up the prey...

Managing to roll backwards after being kicked, Cole got to his feet and gave the offender an even stare, free of malice nor excitement. Instead of throwing fists and asking questions later like he wanted to, he reigned in his urge to fight and replaced it with the calm and sophisticated demeanor that he was raised to have.

Let's see if I can fish for information before we throw down.

"Now why exactly are you here, sending me these odd messages, and being so rude as to attack me in the middle of the night, hmm?"

Shifting his left hand into his duster to slip on one of his knuckles, Cole took his other hand, and gently laid it on the handle of Ferrum Caude.

Diplomacy is all well and good, but it never hurts to be prepared.

James sat back in his car and drove away to a distance far enough to not warrant attention from any onlookers looking for the cat faunus with the yoyo, but close enough to keep an eye out and intervene when necessary.

Any murderer would immediately make sure there are no witnesses to see his crime, so...

He slumped down in his seat so that no one would see his head beyond the windows.

Or is this murderer an assassin? If Wolfe was telling more than what the truth suggested, then perhaps...

But what is his game? I could check to see if those messages were sent to anyone else, but I agreed to not use tech on this. Technically, he wanted me to, but I'm still intrigued.

If there is a professional after us, I wonder if he is biding his time...

Wolfe, Vix and Rose got into the car and drove to meet Ciaran "Girls i have news, they are all meeting at the location excpet Holmes and the Kitten" he said pulling out onto the main road, dodging traffic.

"I've added silencers to our guns Wolfe, the bullets are rubberised to deal with riots" she said passing him his pistols.

"Good, i have these phones fro you guys, able to hack into anything and anywhere." Wlfe said passign back phones for the girls.

"Wolfe, how the Hell do you find the time to come up with all this stuff?"

"...It was a test.  You were one of several people chosen to have their abilities evaluated to see if they were the kind of person we needed.  But, if you're the kind of person dim-witted enough to send out a text message to dozens people saying exactly where you'll be, you're clearly not the kind of person we need.", Ciarán replied to Cole as he turned around and started to walk away into a nearby dark alley.

(Sorry for my inactivity, there's ... an imminent death in the family. I'll be away until next Friday at the least.

(I am so sorry. My deepest condolences and sympathies Hawk, take all the time you need)

Finn blended into the crowd and moved with it fluidly, looking behind him to see if Jonathan was there. It appeared that his lithe figure was built for this kind of thing. 

Finn rested a hand on his weapon, ready to pull it out given the first opportunity.

I'm getting nowhere at this rate.

Thorald stood, abandoning the cards midgame. The hour was late, and the action was none. Heading down the stairs, he stopped before he exited. He was able to hear some commotion from the alley outside the back door, along with footsteps. Coming his way.

Here we go.

Keeping in the shadows, Thorald hid behind an abandoned crate for good measure, where absolutely none of his person was visible. He held his breath, then decided against it, and breathed in shallow, short breaths, keeping quiet. His hammer was at the ready.