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Simon smirked. He loved it when people asked him questions like that. It helped him start to tell people what he was going to do, because he wasn't going to go up to someone tell them a plan, or tell them how he was going to kill them without being asked. Simon smirk still lingered as he loaded his gun over and over again. For he, heard something that no one else hears. It was like the hammer of a gun being pulled back. The sound that would be made was a sort of 'click.' This ushered in a completely different Simon. A simple change of personality. Perhaps, he had split-personalities, but what was the chance that?

"To ******** 'em up. Intimidate. Get cash, and maybe, just maybe, get some tail on the side." Simon's mouth closed once done, and his lips went back into the 'smirk curve.' His revolver was placed on the table loaded with silver rounds and activated to fire once the trigger was pulled on. A 'heh' sound would follow next. "If you don't agree with this. Take my gun," ordered Simon in the same cool voice. Next, he pulled down on his hoody's collar to show his chest. "Here's my naked chest. Shoot!"

How daring? Maybe, one day, for this kind of attitude, his team can say: "In Simon we trust."

((Three refrences in that post above, a movie, a play, and an anime. Those last two pictures you drew look cool, Blibbles.))

Simon stared at Albert. Wathing him; as he took out his own gun. He knew that he was playing around. 1. He took out his own weapon and not his. 2. Simon could tell that the safety was on. His smirk soon changed into a crazy guffaw, and it was on time because this was right around the time Albert began to laugh.

Simon wouldn't go on to busines yet. He was fond of his new friendship with Albert, and would rather prolong a moment like this. After all, their work wasn't to pretty.

((I'm at Jack Sorum's residence. We're making our own version of the Monster Mash.))

As the laughing began to die, Simon's thoughts went back to his other friend, Lemonhead. How was he? Did he change? How did he fare in prison. Simon knew he was alive, he visited him two weeks ago, and the State of New York would have sent him a letter that Lem had died had he actually died, but no letter has been sent of the sort. Actually, Simon didn't recieve any mail, bar his bills. Wait, "Did I pay the phone bill?" This was spoken aloud without noticing.

He looked up and took the Budlight with his left hand, taking off his sunglasses, Simon performed the pulling off of the cap with his right eye. The cap stayed there on his eye, his eye squinted a bit, the same way someone held a monocle on their eye. In about two seconds; his eyes opened wider; and the cap fell off; and made it's way to the floor of the apartment. Simon swiftly kicked the cap over to the corner. "Ha ha. Luck favors the bold. This, Albert, was nothing."

Simon laughed once he noticed that he had spoken a loud. He brought the beer to his mouth, and drank a small portion of it in one gulp. "Phones suck," Simon said in a disappointed voice whilst moving over into the kitchen to check his phone. No dial tone. Returning into the living room, a bit more of the beer was drank, then Simon spoke.

"Hey. Do you remember the Lemonhead case?" The 'Lemonhead case' made Simon smile, when he first saw it on the news, he laughed. When Simon first met Jack he never had the name 'Lemonhead', but it was used on the news. He'd have to ask Jack about that.

"Well, before I met you I met a man named Jack Lemansky. He, like us, didn't live too well. I met him in Central Park when he was attacked by a werewolf, I told Jack about werewolves, vampires, deamons, and of course hunters." Simon paced back and forth whilst he spoke. The news was unimportant Simon too, unless the news had to do with him, and this was just that.

"I recruited him to help me hunt, and we set a hunting night. He was going to meet me in Cooney Island Amusement Park. A 'very' populated place; making it a great place to look for immortals. And," Simon smirked, "Of course, I love the Ferris Wheel there. Unfortunately, during Jack's subway trip over to Cooney Island he was confronted by three teenagers with knives. They wanted his wallet, and Jack was having a really bad day, and when the teens thought Jack was taking out his wallet. He actually took out a gun and killed them all, even the other two who ran away."

He frowned; Simon always thought that dicision was really harsh, but Jack was still his friend. "He was arrested, and given three years for self-defence. It seemed that those teenagers had killed a gasoline station cashier a few hours before they died. "He's getting out, and we need to get him."

((Have you worked on our playing card? Jack's ISP went screwy on him, we won't be seeing him in a while. Next week.))

"Yeah, but he isn't out yet. He's in jail now getting ready to get out." Simon stopped pacing. This group would kick off, and it'll have to kick off now. There was something a muck in the world's capitol, and they would have to investigate on that. "We need to roll... now. Hide the shotgun under the cushion."

He ran into his room, pulling out a specific group of floor boards, Simon took out two MAC M10s, and an assortment of magazines. Magazines filled with different kind of rounds, but all of the same .45 ACP. Making it back to the living room; the firearms were placed on the table in the center. "Take one. Thirty rounds in a magazine. Trust me. The fire power is needed."

"Good," Simon nodded, he made his way back to his room, and took two overcoats. A black one and a gray one. They had stitched in kevlar vests in the inside of the coat, and had long pockets inside. Perfet for a sawn-off, but it was good for a MAC10 too. From within the room Simon yelled, "Albert! Inside the kithcen there are two black cases in the first cabinet. Get them for me.... You can look inside if you want."

((Something intimidating. We're going to be placing this on our victims.))

Simon peered his HIN pad; there was an order to go to a building in the High Rise District for a big fight. They would need more than MAC10s. He turned around as Albert spoke to him with the cases in his hand. "On the small table in the living room, and be careful that's premium LSD," Simon said, knowing that it wasn't to smart, now Albert would think he was a druggy, which he wasn't. "It's for interrogating people and werewolves."

The hunter, with the coats in his hand, made his way back into the living room. He tossed the black and gray coat on the couch, "Pick one, and load your MAC10 in there. Then he proceeded into the room next to his room. Inside, lay two guitar cases, within the cases were AK-47s along with a 75 round drum, and an underbarrel grenade launcher. "Good to be prepared. Al, get in here once your done."