Girard stood up from a crouch taking time wipe the sweat off his brow and a look at the newly refurbished section that just got finished. He was impressed with how much they were getting done around the theater/soon to be HQ because it was starting to look a bit better as they fixed what was possible and tore out what wasn't, even did a little tidying up when a room was done here or there. The big guy had gotten to the place a bit early finding a nice hidden spot for his duffle bag where he kept his get up whenever he got called on by Ditch. It was always the waiting in a situation like this that got to him patient as he was especially since it didn't just concern sticking it to Umbra but keeping some other powered people out of his hands. Sure they were rogues but they deserved the same shot as any of the new vigilante group for getting back up or protection before it was too late.

The morning had been rather uneventful if a little tense after the previous night's news that another big name hero, Hummingbird, was missing which was concerning. The fact that the speedster had managed to get out paced or out done spoke a volume about how well Umbra and his people could operate. Soon enough it would be them on the chopping block and it was not something to be taken lightly but it the meantime they had a damn decent chance of turning it back in favor of the vigilantes before the big showdown. This thought is what kept the doubt away as well as providing the big man with motivation but he really wasn't in need of much. Tank had taken some time to look amongst his materials in his workshop noticing a couple large to moderate sized chunks of the stage that he had nabbed. He figured no one would miss them but they could make for a decent little carving or something later on if he felt inspired, though that had yet to happen.

Girard perked up when he heard his phone which was what he had been waiting for all day so far ready to put some energy into the old plan Ditch had cooked up. In the back of his mind he was hoping Shifter would have the common sense to at least try and hear them out if they got to her quickly enough. Of course that was his optimism speaking for him but he liked the thought better than getting into a scrap with the rogue which he would do if left no choice. Unlike most other vigilantes a massive animal hardly scared him let alone threatened him in a straight up fight but he had to remember he wasn't alone and whether the others realized or not the big guy was responsible for the safety of his team as he saw it. They weren't pushovers any of them in combat but not everyone could take that same kind of hits except maybe Turn Back, but even he had his limits, where as he could keep going. Not like his weaknesses were limited but if it came to a hard physical fight there were only a couple powered people in the city who could match him and he planned to take full advantage of it.

He took a look at the message to see where the meet up was going to go down shortly realizing it wouldn't take him long to get there since it was still in the slums. Having planned for this earlier it only took an excuse of a doctor's appointment to get him on his way, it was a decent enough excuse for Tim who let him go in a hurry. Tank found his way back over to his duffle bag managing to find a secluded spot to get his jacket and helmet on having worn his pants to work so he could save time. Not unlike him to wear camo occasionally anyways so it wouldn't draw attention where as his helmet or jacket were far more distinctive. Once he was ready to move out there was no break or hesitation as Girard made his way over to Francesco Way where the mission would go down. Once he got within sight, around a corner to cover himself, one singular thought stood out as he looked at the building.

[i]How the hell am I supposed to get in there? This place is even more of a rickety dump than the HQ was.[/i]

Maybe there would be some humor to gain from him falling through more structures but if the old house's looks were anything to go by he might damn well bring the whole thing down if by some miracle he got past the porch and steps not to mention what he could see/smell on the inside from his position. Oh this felt like a joke intentional or not in retaliation for the stage from Ditch, not that he would put it past the others to have input. For now he would stick to his spot around a corner keeping an eye out for the rest of his allies to get there as he thought about if he should even attempt to get inside or just cover the outside.

"Ridiculous shit this is." Girard mumbled to himself taking his time to survey the area for the moment just to keep his attention away from the mess ahead.