<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Hearth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sidewalk in front of Tristyn's Apartment Complex<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>No one, Open<br/><br/>Well, parking for Jack was not particularly a problem, it seemed. He slowed down as he drove right up and onto the side walk, and brought the bike to a complete stop. Shutting it off, he kicked down the stand, and got up, carefully leaning it into a resting position as he did so.<br/><br/>He reached a gloved hand down into the pocket where he kept his folding knife, and withdrew it.  He keeps it folded up, for now, and held in the palm of his left hand, hand wrapped into a fist around, obscuring its presence, but giving the idea that he's likely holding onto something.<br/><br/>After surveying the surroundings, and seeing that things seemed relatively calm--for now-- he turned his attention to the other vehicles in the Convoy, and watched to see where they ended up parking.  It wouldn't pay for him to go wandering off without the others, so for now, he patiently waited, close by to the entrance of the building; although he did briefly consider going over to the Starbuck's and just helping himself to coffee beans and other things.