(good to have you back Frenchvorish, wasn't as much of a party without blind)  "found it!" tristan exclaimed as he spotted his familiar black vehicle. dashing over to it, he pulled open the back door  and began rummaging through the mess there within.  pulling out a strange coat with many loops of fabric and pockets. continuing to rummage through the 2 foot deep pile of trash in his car, he eventually found his gloves and pants. slipping on the gloves he realized that they were missing the metal plates that served as protection. reaching into his pocket, he removed two squares of metal and slipped them into the openings on the back of the gloves. after completely suiting out in his original combat gear, he removed his stash of varying drugs from beneath the back seat and deposited them into his pocket. closing the door behind him , he hopped out of the his beloved VW bus. as tristan bega walking back to the HQ he felt as though something was missing. suddenly it struck hm, his head! he pulled his hood up and wrapped the bandanna around his head again (just to look badass), covering everything but a minor bit of skin and his eyes.