Patrick Warrens
The rhythmic sound of Patrick's steady pace rang out through the chrome, barren hallway that he inhabited. He made a smooth move to adjust his tie and wipe some dust off of his navy pinstripe suit all the while giving his reflection in the chrome wall a proud smile. The last few months had been eventful to say the least. He'd finally broken his way into the superhuman crime circles, gained the powers of a hulk, manipulated his alter-ego to the point of being able to sick him on others on the off chance that he isn't in control and finally began pushing Valhalla on the streets of Nueva York thanks to a new benefactor and his organization's new chemist.
To top things off Patrick was on his way to begin forging a new temporary alliance with one of the older gangs of Nueva York, aptly named the 'Old Nueva Gang'. He was supposed to be meeting with one of the higher ups of the gang in an old hospital in the lower end of the city. Patrick expected that the representative of the gang would have some bodyguards around as these meeting were very rarely set up without a fair amount of distrust from each side. Naturally Patrick had brought along a few similarly dressed gunmen to not come off to cocky but in all actuality he doubted there was anything in the room that he and his alter-ego couldn't handle easily enough.
Finally coming to the end of the chrome hallway, Patrick opened the doors into the abandoned hospital reception area to greet whoever was sent by the Old Nueva Gang.
Meanwhile...
"Ted I swear if you don't hurry up and get these boxes in the van I'm gonna smack ya up-side of the head so hard ya won't know which way is up." Mark yelled as the two thugs loaded up boxes of Valhalla vials into a self driving I-Hual moving van. Ted was moving at a pretty quick pace as he too wanted to get out of the area as quick as possible. Both had heard rumours about various heroes that had sprung up and they were naturally afraid of getting caught and prosecuted.