<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Hearth<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Parking Lot of the School<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Michael, Billy, Open<br/><br/>"Good idea. The sooner we get out of here, the better. But, wouldn't it make more sense for some of you guys to pile into Billy's car? I can ride ahead or behind or alongside on my bike, but I can only take one passenger." He says with a nod of his head, casting a glance quickly towards Michael. "If we need to get some food or water or anything, I've got a bit of it at my apartment. A small first aid kit, too. Some other things we might be able to make use of."<br/><br/>He looked, then, to Billy, and pulled up his jacket for a moment, withdrawing some sort of metal item; it looked kind of like a bar, with some holes in it, but those paying close attention might also notice the hinge and small locking mechanism that they could use to identify the indistinct piece of metal as a folding pocket knife. He kept it held in his left fist, however, so the opportunity for those to take note of it is very small.<br/><br/>For now, he lingered, to see what Michael had to say about his suggestion, but also, for Billy to lead the way. Jack didn't know which of the small number of cars here was Billy's.