Name: Cal Cassel<br/><br/>Location / Time: Black van, December 20th, 6:37am.<br/><br/>Tagging: Shaun, Deke.<br/><br/>Wearing: Black boots, blue jeans, black t-shirt, black leather jacket.<br/><br/>Cal looked intently at the low-res black and white feeds streaming to Shaun's laptop, focusing primarily on the two girls in the kitchen. He looked at Shaun with excited eyes as if to say, "Nice fuckin' work bro!" This was a hot looking family. "C'mon, dad, get your fuckin' ass to work already," he muttered quietly as he zoomed in on the teenagers.<br/><br/>At Shaun's urging he performed a quick checklist of patting down the stash locations on his body to ensure that he'd grabbed the pistol, stun gun, knife and zip ties as he hurried from his apartment to the pick-up spot earlier this morning. Visually confirming that his earpiece and other devices were fully charged, the heel of his boot began tapping the floor as his heart rate accelerated with nervous energy.  He wasn't expecting much of a challenge from this family if this neighborhood was anything like the one he'd grown up in. The biggest threat, in Cal's mind, was the security system or a call to the cops, but he trusted that Shaun would fully disable or jam all cameras, phones and sensors as promised. So far, the guy seemed to be a legitimate tech guru who was following through on everything he claimed he could do.<br/><br/>Like Deke, Cal bristled inwardly at the order to take a piss which felt more like it came from an over controlling mother on a family road trip than from a someone about to force fuck a bunch of deserving prissy douchebags. He decided to himself that he'd save it for their mouths too, or at least their faces. It was unnerving to Cal when his thinking would instinctively align with the biker's, as it did the night they met, but as adrenaline coursed through his body he felt a growing affinity to the cruel and unhinged man.