<div class="floatleft">(https://imageshack.us/a/img836/268/7802227226124f60b165803.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Jason "Hendricks" Hendrickson / The Demolisher<br/><strong>Pseudonym</strong>: Mikhail "Misha" Pilkin / The Russian<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Inside The Iceberg Lounge at the poker table<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: Black Canary & The Penguin's Bodyguard (NPC)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">The Russian merely watched as the canary assessed the bodyguard’s skill, starting with an arm bar and a few submissions that made him wince on the inside. The guy should have figured out at that moment that the vixen was way out of his league but starving to get his sexual fix, he persistently lunged at her until a series of well-placed strikes sent the behemoth to the ground. He regarded the thug until the canary caught his attention. She was speaking into some sort of communicating device. Frowning, Hendricks didn’t want to suspect that she had a whole team of do-gooders at her fingertips. That would have been a problem.<br/><br/>Misha leisurely approached the Black Canary and turned toward the bodyguard that was lying unconscious on the ground. He laid the fur coat over him before he straightened and said to her simply, “Vhy not you tell heem? And blondinka, I am never out gunned.”<br/><br/>Hendricks had decided not to reveal to her his true identity. What were the odds of them meeting again after he bagged The Penguin?<br/><br/>“You vant stop Penguin, go on but...Penguin is mine. Try and take heem from me zen ve are enemies.”<br/><br/>The Russian turned from her to walk over and retrieve his fallen revolver. “I don’t vant to hurt such beautiful ladee, but if you geet in my vay, I vill.”<br/><br/>Picking it up, he checked the safety before pocketing it. “Ny, blondinka? You vant to be friend of Misha? Maybe my devooshka? I teend to have quite <em>explosive</em> personality.”</span>