<strong>Name:</strong>Marc, Danny<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rutilus, Zed, Ayr, Jack, Nick<br/><br/>"I appreciate it," Marc said genuinely, using his foot to push the short table away so that Rutilus had room to stand. Mentally going over the list of possible recruits he had seen come in tonight, he decided to start with the two that were most similar in blood, to each other, and to his new ambassador. Deciding to save the waitress some trouble, the nephilim flipped out an expensive looking phone and sent a very brief message to his lieutenant, containing nothing but the two names.<br/><br/>At the base of the stories, Danny took out his own cheap piece of plastic and read the names off the cracked screen before calling out over the talk and music once again. "Mason! Voss!"