Name: Cal Cassel<br/><br/>Location / Time: Front door to kitchen,  December 20th, 7:36am<br/><br/>Tagging: Baxter, Olivia, Irina<br/><br/>Wearing: Black boots, blue jeans, black t-shirt, black leather jacket.<br/><br/>Watching as the door was pulled open to reveal neither of the hot young girls he’d seen on the computer in the van, but instead some jacked teenage dude that Shaun had somehow failed to mention, pissed Cal off immeasurably. ‘What the fuck, man?” he thought to himself, eyes narrowing and a look of disgust forming on his face.<br/><br/>“Uh, yeah hey. The, uh, battery in my van is dead, and I was wondering if you guys had jumper cables to, uh...” Cal rotely mumbled the words, trying to mask his anger and appear believable before quickly losing his patience and reaching for his piece. In one fluid motion he stepped inside the foyer, pulled the gun from his pocket, raised it to the boy’s face and kicked the door shut behind him.<br/><br/>“Make a fuckin’ move junior and that pretty face of yours is gonna be decorating the wallpaper,” he seethed. “Now turn the fuck around and let’s walk back to the kitchen like a good boy. And if bein’ the hero sounds like a good idea in that stupid fuckin head of yours, you should know that I got two other guys inside your house with guns just like this pointed at your sisters.”<br/><br/>Cal moved cautiously behind the kid and followed him back to the kitchen where he recognized one of the girls from the surveillance footage, and another who appeared to be her older sister, both dressed in white tops.<br/><br/>“I’m in,” he said into his mouthpiece, leering at the women.