[color=0054a6][h1] [center]Benjamin Marcus Zebrowski [/center][/h1][/color]

[color=0054a6][h1] [center]Black Sun Neurostim Den, June 12th 2177, 20:08 [/center][/h1][/color]

Benjamin could feel something being taken from his wrist. Glaring at Benji while moving his arm away from Benji. “[color=0054a6]I think I can handle some lab grown freaks. But thanks for the concern.[/color]” He thought he could handle himself; he had been a soldier and dealt with many tough SOBs. He had fought these bastards before, so he knew how dangerous they could be. Heading out of the building and towards the ᛒlutwölfe hangout. Making sure he had his gun on him because he wasn’t sure if Benji had taken that too. He hoped he wouldn’t have to use it, but there was a possibility he would need it if a fight happened. 

Ben parked his car in a parking lot far from the den. He didn’t want his car to be stolen during the investigation. Getting out of his car and heading towards the den, avoiding eye contact with the junkies mumbling nonsense. Walking through the front door, he said he was looking for a fix. This, of course, was a lie, as he wanted to get into the den. The bouncer didn’t seem to think he was a junkie looking for a fix. “You wanna get in? I gotta frisk ya.” The bouncer said, to which Ben nodded. 

Being frisked by the bouncer, who said he would confiscate the gun while he was inside the den. “[color=0054a6]I hope I get that back; it’s a family heirloom.[/color]” Ben spoke with a chuckle, but the bouncer didn’t find his comment funny. Being let into the den, Ben made his way further into the building, where he was stopped by a ᛒlutwölfe member. The man was asking him what his business was. 

“Whatz your biz ere?” The skinny man had his hand extended as if this would stop Ben. 

“[color=0054a6]I’m looking for a job, and I heard you guys were looking for new blood.[/color]” Ben showed the man the image of the ring symbol.  This made the man think for a moment before nodding and having Ben follow him into the back rooms of the den. Ben sure hoped he wouldn't be brought into an isolated room to be beaten to death. 

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