[color=ed1c24][center][h1]Nicholas Jones[/h1][/center]
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Nick shot a glare in Jonathan’s direction, grabbing his beer and draining the glass. He felt more than half tempted to smash the glass on the man’s wounded shoulder. It wouldn’t be the most minor thing he’d gotten into a brawl over. Still, he was at least [i]trying [/i]to keep his temper in check. After all, Nick liked to view himself as the leader of the group – whether or not any of the others viewed him that way – and so he liked to hold himself up to certain standards. [i]Even if those standards make it really hard not to strangle that little bastard. [/i]

As the dossiers were placed down, Nick grabbed one at random and opened it roughly. [i]Shawna Corvin.[/i] He skimmed through it curiously. It was rather disturbing, not that he’d admit it. As he read through the other dossiers, they all had that same uncanny feeling about them. [i]Especially the youngest one.[/i] Still, Nick didn’t feel particularly concerned. The prospect of having a more long-term job with multiple targets invigorated him.

[color=ed1c24]“Shouldn’t be too much trouble,”[/color] Nick said, pouring himself another beer. [color=ed1c24]“Got to agree with Bill though, we should try and get some more information.”[/color] He took another swig of beer, examining the dossiers again. [color=ed1c24]"Though if I had to pick one to start with, I'd say the stalker bitch. You two have been paying some special attention to her, after all,"[/color] Nick said with a grin, gesturing towards Randy and Alejandra.