Seeing the group leave, Jack realized they were heading to the cultist's lair. He couldn't kill them just yet if there was the possibility of taking out multiple cultists- quantity is what matters in murder, after all. He'd need a group of meatshields, however. He remembered the paranoid in the rocksuit breaking down the back door, and something about the androgynous scorpion thing that never left the store. But there was no time for stairs or elevators. No, someone needed shooting. Folding up his rifle and equipment and returning them to his briefcase, he inhale deeply as he walked toward the edge of the building... and dropped off into an open dumpster eight stories below. As the tissues and newspaper flew up, he kicked up and out of it, dusting off his shoulders and leaping from the rim of the dumpster into the window of the infamous [url=http://i.imgur.com/6sYiP7I.jpg]Brightmobile.[/url] He cranked it up, gunning the accelerator, and flying out into the street, where he spun the car into a 180, reversing into the opposite alley. Looking in at the scorpion-tailed girl and rockman, he took an airhorn from the glove compartment. Rolling down the passenger side window, he blasted the airhorn and shouted at the two.

"GET IN ASSHOLES! IT'S OPEN SEASON ON DOPPELGANGERS!"