Scenario 8

Deciding to take a break while he had the time, Jacob headed to a nearby cafe, stumbling upon a few folks he vaguely remembered from a certain incident a month prior. "Heeeyyy, it's the Warehouse Crew!" Remembering exactly what had happened, his face darkened as he realized that what he said was probably very stupid. "Sorry, probably shouldn't be excited about that. So...anybody figure out who they are, what they're up to, all that jazz? I'm still pissed that those a-holes pulled a stunt like that...especially so close to the Academy. I'm lucky there were...friendly faces...that showed up then." 

Of course, he was referring to the other students and the Guardians, the latter of which he still wasn't too sure about. Of course, if anybody appreciated the proper and tactical use of force, it was Jacob. However...they lacked a bit of the tactical part. From what he'd seen, at best, they were on par with local Opfor that he'd had to deal with back with the Rangers. At worst...it wasn't exactly pretty. Now, they weren't absolute morons, that much was for sure. "How you two holdin' up? I...remember you two got it pretty bad." The joking tone and look was gone. It was back to serious business, and even a cursory glance at Jacob's face would tell you that he was channeling some destructive side. He spoke quietly with his next few sentences. "I don't want to talk big or make myself out to be some special forces God of war type guy...but if they show their faces around here again...we gotta do something about it. I think the Guardians are actually the best bet for this situation. Either of you...know anybody? I ain't too keen on the idea of waiting until somebody else gets attacked to do something."