Who: James and Talia What: James drops in on an old Hand hideout to talk to Talia Where: NYC When: March 1 Rating: Medium at least, will update if needed
It had been a few days since the ninjas from the Hand had approached him about joining them. And while their leader hadn't contacted him yet via the message board, he approved of it. It meant they weren't going to do anyone's bidding but their own. It had him intrigued. Hence he had worked on finding out what he could about the Hand. Which wasn't much truth be told. Ancient order of ninjas or mystics, extremely secretive. Still. It was worth checking out regardless. Not that he didn't enjoy his time with the BoP, but with Russians still coming after him, he couldn't take them all on alone.
He spent some time surveying the perimeter before he carefully moved into the structure, his eyes and ears alert as he swept his assault rifle around, ready to fire if this was a trap. Unsurprising, no one seemed to be here. This group was good. Entering what seemed to be the main room, and it being empty, he slowly lowered the rifle. He frowned. Something felt...off but he couldn't quite place it. Like someone was there...