Shou drove to the meeting place, switching out his sport car for something a little more bland and less showy, but he couldn't keep some of of his natural dramatics at bay. So while he wasn't driving a flashy car, he was dressed like something out of a movie - long white trench, black leather pants and black sweater, his hair pulled back into that odd braided hair style. He had his gun and a few spare clips and was carrying a few other items he might need - like a flashlight and a lighter and a pack of smokes.

And sunglasses. He definitely needed them.

But there he was, wearing stuff he had gotten from past pulses and not looking like himself so much. Then again, he needed to focus less like himself and more like someone who wouldn't care about hurting someone to protect someone else, especially kids.

"If they wanted to see a Karate Bugman, all they had to do was ask if I met him," he grumbled, trying to keep that accent in check.