When Luke had claimed that he would be serving as Harlem's guardian from all threats, be they his comrades-in-arms in the Brotherhood( or was that ex-comrades? Who knew where they stood with him exactly ), or the Friends of Humanity themselves, he hadn't really decided how he was going to go about that. Mutant or not, defending an entire community full of sapiens and mutants wasn't easy when you were alone, or even with Art's assistance. However, the residents of the neighborhood had come together and devised their own measures of self-defense that were intended to buy time for Luke to arrive on the scene if push came to shove. One of those defense mechanisms being an early warning system where something suspicious or the arrival of a stranger would trigger a line of communication where neighbor informed neighbor and so on. Of course, War Machine's arrival was easily detected, especially since the suited man was broadcasting it so loudly through music.
Men and women would watch from windows all over the place, some sitting at these windows with firearms, others simply lingering near doors with bats or other blunt instruments. It probably seemed like the Hollywood depiction of a bad day in the 'hood, but in truth Harlem had come together like it never had before. Outsiders from other regions had found a home with residents of the neighborhood, families of different colored skin, social statures, and even genetic mutations had more or less come together in what may have once been considered New York's most dangerous sector. Now it seemed to be the safest; well, for the most part. The Heroes For Hire offices wasn't an office, but actually just another crummy apartment building.
In fact, as the visitor would discover once Luke stepped out of the building and onto the street wearing jeans, a heavy black jacket and a skullcap, Heroes For Hire was more accurately described in the singular as opposed to the plural. As it stood, Luke was the only member, but who knew when that would change. Arms crossed, he'd arch a brow and eye the suited outsider.
" Nice speakers, tin man. You here to show off your system, or there something in particular you want? "