Parking his car beneath a street lamp & making sure to arm the alarm & anti theft system, Ace steps out into the brisk night air.
He pulls his baseball cap down a bit lower around his ears, a bit firmer about the brow, & turns up his Duster's collar against the weather; it's not TOO cold, his thermal undies are keeping him warm where it counts, but the building moisture & falling temperature will leach the heat from a man as insiduously as a Vampire sucks it's victim dry.
As he slips on his heavy duty construction worker's gloves, he notices the chalk mark on his tire with a snort; using the edge of his black combat boot to scrape it away & then scuffs the sole in the dirt to remove even that.
"Like anyone would REALLY leave their ride long enough in one spot to get it towed?" he thinks to himself wryly.
As if to make sure it doesn't happen to him, he feeds the parking meter to it's maximum allowed time frame, checks his ImageLink for the time, & sets his external ComLink to give him a fifteen minute, ten minute, & five minute countdown warning before the meter is due to expire.
"I certainly hope to get back long before they can ticket it... and if I can't, I'm probably dead."
Hands in his pockets, shoulders straight, head erect, trying to radiate an aura of alertness that tells potential thugs he won't be taken by surprise, Ace walks purposefully down the streets.
Eyes & ears peeled for anyone that might be tailing or stalking him, keeping his senses alert for either the Target Lady or the Target Hunter, avoiding the hookers with a tight smile, skirting the panhandlers with a scowl, & giving the gutter punks a wide berth, Ace winds his way towards where the meet is supposed to take place.
Picking a quiet corner in the shadows with a clear view of the meeting place, he leans against a wall & waits for the others.
He spends the time scanning passing faces to see if any of them are the Target Lady or the Target Hunter; not that he thinks either of them will be around, but better scanning & not find them then not scanning & miss them.
((Perception: 4, 1, 4, 5, 5, 3, 1, 3, 5.))
With a mental FacePalm he uses his internal ComLink to send a "Group To All" text message: "I'm here. Waiting on you. Dress warm. It's nipply."
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