Formation of the Harbingers.

Duplex was cruising about five blocks away from where he was supposed to meet this Nightkill character. The car that Duplex was driving was an old but well-kept '04 red Mustang. A close look would reveal that there was no key in the ignition, which meant that this car had been hotwired. Duplex would look at the digital clock that was on the dashboard of the car and it revealed that he was a tad late for this meeting. Duplex would look around and see no cops in sight as he pressed down on the pedal. At first the tired would screech against the pavement with smoke coming off the ground and then he was off weaving around traffic and taking the red lights as the came. In less than five minutes he made it to the front of this Chinese restaurant, his destination. He looked up at it, pretty fancy to say the least. Duplex puts the car in park and steps out.

"This is it? Heh, random place for a meeting.. but what place isn't."

Duplex would say with a smile on his face giving himself a little riddle. He would open the door and step out of the car. He figured since this was just a meeting he would go casual, not in his usual ops suit attire. Instead he was more casual about it. He had a pair of aged dark grey boots on, a slim fitting pear of jeans, a charcoal grey and black horizontally striped V-neck shirt that was a bit tight, and then a very nice fitting black leather jacket on top. His hair was it's usual way and had all six piercings in his ears, three on each side. Under his jacket he was wearing a double shoulder holster wear he had his two guns, just for safety measures for his own well being. In his mouth he had a cigaratte that was already half way smoked and was still puffing away on it. He grabbed it between his index finger and thumb and let out one last puff and then threw it on the ground, stepping on it in the process.

"Shouldn't keep them waiting any longer.. eh I'm late already no use in rushing now."

Duplex would casually walk towards the entrance of Chinese restaurant. He looked at the sign.

"Hm, closed.. right."

He would say to himself as he pushed through the two doors. Upon entering he would only notice three characters that stood out to him. One was a kid, another was some man who stood out to him, and then a scorpion looking man who had just finished talking in which Duplex only caught the last part of it. He would walk with his usual strut up to the table that everyone seemed to be seated at. Duplex preferred to stand right now. He would look at the scorpion man and automatically assumed he was the one running this shindig.

"More information, hm.. it'd be pretty nice if you repeated what you said."

Duplex would say in a slightly arrogant yet you could hear he was 100% serious in it. At the end of his sentence he would give a forced smile. He would then lean onto the table, put his right elbow on the table and rest his hand on his fist to make it look like he was interested in what he was going to say.

For almost anyone else, gaining 700Gs would have hooked them into this in a heartbeat. For Duplex though, what caught his eye was the excuse to fight really. Him being able to fight and kill at his own whim and be able to claim it as protecting the city or even the world. Having the 700Gs was really just a plus for him, the cherry to the ice cream. Duplex's fake smile would turn into a real smile as he then stood up from leaning over the table. He would look at the chair that was next to him and slide it back with his foot. He would sit on the top of the back rest and rest his feet on the arm rests, not using the seat.

"That's my kind of talk right there haha! Kill them, beautiful!"

Duplex would say as he would almost yell out with some sort of excitement. He would then waive over to one of the waitresses.

"Hey babe, lemme get a gin and tonic."

The waitress would go and make his beverage and then bring it to him. Duplex would take it from her and give her a wink. She would roll her eyes as she walked away and Duplex would just have a big grin on his face as he checked her out while sipping on his drink. He would then turn his head over to look at Sean. He was interested in how Sean would answer the question that Nightkill asked. He was curious cause everyone has heard of Pain and was also curious by what he meant by "family relations".

"So pretty boy, answer the bosses question."

Duplex would look at Sean with a grin when he responded. When he mentioned, "for specific purposes" a few ideas would pop into Duplex's head immediately. The top idea of course would be that he would think Sean was gay. It didn't bother Duplex if he was, but he would think of how fun it would be to mess with him. Right now though Duplex would leave it at what it was right now and look over to Nightkill, the boss. Duplex's cocky smile would come back to his face. He would finish off the rest of his drink with one big gulp and then let out a nice breath of alcohol. He'd put the cup down onto the table and lean in a bit towards Nightkill.

"Backing out, ha. That's not an option for me."

Duplex would say as he would then lean back causing the chair to lean a bit almost looking like it was going to fall, but he was able to keep his balance for a bit. The chair would then fall over, but Duplex would be able to land onto the backrest of the chair. He would then walk over to Sean and put his hands on Sean's shoulders gently. He would lean over Sean, his head next to Sean's. Duplex would just be messing with Sean now.

"I'm sure big boy over here would be in on this too."

Duplex would say in a much more friendly and softer tone than before. He would look at Sean and give him a wink as he then would stand back up and let go of Sean's shoulders. He would then look back over to Nightkill with his previous demeanor back.

"So anymore details or are we just bout done here?"