<div class="floatleft">(http://nerdist.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/90294.jpg)</div>Code Name: ArchAngel<br/>Real Name: Warren<br/>Location: Empire Diner, New York City<br/>Date/Time: 6:10 am - Friday May 27th 2016<br/>Tagging: Everyone<br/>Content: Grand Entrance<br/>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://static.thefrisky.com/uploads/2010/03/10/Jason_Lewis_main-320x213.jpg)</div></div><br/>"Way to ruin an entrance,"  Warren said, offering Logan a cigarette.  It was black with a gold filter.  "They aren't exactly cigars but they're Turkish.  They take domestic cigarettes out back and kick the shit out of them for their lunch money."  He kicked the bill off into the middle of the floor.  The waitress could have it.  "You're looking good for a dead man."<br/><br/>He looked at all the faces around the table.  He still hadn't taken a seat.  "Trying to get the band back together, Pryde?"  He shook his head.  "For the love of God, why?"