Tésíx left his glossy-black high-performance helmet on. While his coat was his unique insignia as a fixer, he still enjoyed being able to walk around in broad daylight without firing a bullet. In the past, Tésíx found that Jo-Jo had a way of ruining that if he carelessly flaunted his face while on a major job like this. Thus, his bike was parked in such a way that he could easily escape the construction site. Among the barely constructed concrete and steel, Tésíx stood with his crew, taking advantage of the lighting and positioning to reconnoiter the situation. It seemed dire already. Nothing his party couldn't handle.<br/><br/>"This is gonna' be a close one. See the beat-up, belt-wearing goth kid? That's our meal ticket. We bring 'em in alive and there'll be a bonus." He said, his voice slightly muffled by the helmet's design. "Don't attack unless necessary. If we can confuse them enough to fumble the target, we'll get away easy. I can summon a handful of small familiars. Any other ideas?"