Frank cracked his knuckles and started on other joints as he surveyed the chamber.  There was much impressive about it, so he didn't really care about noting anything about its details.  "Frickin' 'warden', or whatever he is," Frank mumbled to himself.  "Guy better get here quick, otherwise I'm gonna get bored, and that gets messy."<br/><br/>Looking around, Frank shuffled a bit, shifting his weight from side to side in absent boredom.  "It's bad enough we had to get here early."<i>Or at least, early for me,</i>he thought.  Frank was not known for his diligence or adherence to a schedule, and he made it well known.  "He better not keep us waiting, that's all<i>I'm</i>saying.  I wanna get this shit over with."  Looking around, he startede counting heads and clusters, checking out the what could possibly be allies or enemies, depending on things went down.  There were plenty of weapons in the room, as people practically displayed their gun and blade collections.  And all Frank had was the chain slung over his shoulder.<i>Damn, don't I feel naked.  Well screw 'em.  I'm not gonna let a few pieces of metal get between me and victory.  I've had worse.</i><br/><br/>Frank continued scanning the room, his impatience for the warden growing.