Simon stepped out from the car, rubbing his shoulders as he looked up at the warehouse. He scowled as the loud crackling of radio howled in his ear. Making a mental note to destroy all ear-piece communication devices, he lit a cigarette to calm his nerves.<br/><br/>"Obsessive hypochondriac medical care provider, check."<br/><br/>Distancing himself from the group, and doing his best to look like he fit in and was not here to commit a high tactical invasion of neutral territory owned by an artist, he walked over to one of the magazine machines, pulling out some reading material as he tried his damn best not to look conspicuous.  Did he mention that he wanted to look normal?<br/><br/>"Ooooh, boxing magazine ... I wonder why no one's taken this one yet."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>