<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jack's Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Biker Armor<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Everybody<br/><br/>Unlike Michael, whom made it obvious with expressions and actions how he felt about most who talk, Jack remained quiet and stoic; even without the helmet to hide behind, he wasn't one to show what he was feeling, unless he thought it necessary, or on those rare occasions when he was shocked or taken by particularly powerful emotions.<br/><br/>Like when Michael announces that they're being watched; likewise, when Thomas comes hollering at the door. His calmness fades into a visage of cold anger; the kind that led to well-thought out and carefully planned vengeance, rather than the sort of white-hot anger that would lead to yelling, screaming, and throwing things.<br/><br/>He walks over to the door, and opens it up, speaking as he does so.<strong>"Tom,"</strong>He started, knowing the other mans first name, just from time spent around the apartment,<strong>"The guy doing it isn't in our group. His name is Dean. A thug and a drug peddler, and general asshole who delights in ruining other peoples things."</strong><br/><br/>He leaves the door open, hoping that Thomas will enter, or stay, but either way, calm down when he realizes they're not at fault here, and are, in fact, victims right along with him. He heads over to the vent where Michael indicated, pops the damned thing open, and spends all of a few moments finding the device.<br/><br/><strong>"You better hide, Dean. The way things are, the world is sliding right back into a system of frontier justice. For your sake, I hope you paid attention in history class enough to know what I mean."</strong>He spoke those words directly into the mic, which, even with a normal, inside voice, should transmit very loudly to Dean, because of his proximity to the mic.<br/><br/>A few moments later, the snoop would be met with silence as the device, along with the camera, is yanked into the apartment, destroyed in Jack's very hands with a surprising degree of adrenaline-fueled strength, and deposited into the trash bin.