<div class="floatleft">(http://nyanyan.it/upload/230347_k6nqtgxil90swe3hmp4davbf52rj7uoyc1z8.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ken Aldrin<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Black Bullet, Hero<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Main Floor<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nightbrite, Triplicate, & Warden<br/><br/>"Whoa..." That was the Black Bullet's first reaction upon entering the club for the first time.<br/><br/>He had no idea what to expect when he first found the card in the inside pocket of his costume that morning.  612 Wharf Ave.  He had to really search for the location to that address.  When he finally found the place, all he saw was an abandoned-looking warehouse at the run-down part of the docks.  He half expected to stumble into some sort of secret cult that was attempting to recruit their members through unusual means... not the first time that has ever happened.  Those guys with the black suits, however, threw him off a bit.  Things to looking pretty shady, to say the least.  At that point, he wondered if perhaps he had stumbled into some sort of formal gathering of business people.  Shady business people.<br/><br/>What he found, instead, was a club.  With loud music.  Really loud music.  Considering he found the card inside his costume, he thought it would be best to show up as the Black Bullet.  Of course, he had to leave most of his equipment at the door.  He didn't feel as though he really needed them, anyway.  His primary weapon had always been his fists, after all.<br/><br/>Looking around, he took in the sights and sounds of the main floor of the club, not entirely sure what to make of it.  As he made his way around, his eyes found their way over to a pair of familiar-looking figures.<br/><br/>"Trip!  Nightbrite!  And... Warden?!  What're you guys doing here?" Black Bullet exclaimed as he zipped over to the other heroes.  He then whispered, "And what's up with this place?"