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[h2]Patrick "Pat" Anderson[/h2]
Pat gave a small sigh of relief as the Van came to a stop. He could now add "multiple car rides" to the list of annoying things that had happened this day. At least the pain in his back had died down to manageable levels.

"It looks like the street preformer and the angry foreigner is our winners."

Pat stole a glance out the window to see the two new victims for himself. They sure didn't look like much. Just another two ordinary people who got punched in the gut by Lady Luck. And now it was their job to break the bad news to them. With a small groan, Pat managed to haul himself out of the van. Standing up seemed to rekindle the pain in his back a bit, and now Pat was regretting leaving the cane behind.

"Even if they refuse to join us, the least they deserve is answers." Daniel said before exiting the van. "I'll hop in if I needed but I'm going to leave this conversation up to you three."

"So we're just going to talk to them? No stabbing them with a needle before throwing them in the back of the van?" Pat muttered loud enough to hear. "That method seemed to work so [i]well[/i] last time."

Pat knew he was being a bit harsh, but he wasn't about to let the Reformers live that one down just yet. If Pat was being honest, he would probably have preferred they use the knock out method in this situation, talking with people wasn't his strong suit. [i]Let's get this over with,[/i] Pat thought to himself before walking over to where the two new Charlies were.

"Hey, you on the bench. And Mr. Mozart on the keyboard. Random question, were either of you involved in a bus crash about a week ago?"