<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Dominic/4b00b84ad3653_zps3c3a406e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Logan Falk<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside of Wescott<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Royce, open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Talking<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>SWAT (http://www.spirithalloween.com/product/uw-swat-officer-kit-adult-os/)<br/><hr/><br/>It was cool out. A light breeze brushed his exposed lower arms and face. It didn't bother him much. To him, fifty degrees was tolerable, at least for now, but he didn't expect to be out long enough for it to become a problem; the walk to the student union would take less than a minute.<br/><br/>But trouble stirred. A darkly dressed figure leapt in front of him, weapon at the ready. Logan stopped in his tracks, fingers starting to curl into fists. Four years here, and he had gotten in his fair share of fights, usually away from the eyes of the faculty. None had happened this year, yet, but one or two guys still had chips on their shoulders. But no, with a closer look, he recognized his "assailant." His muscles relaxed, just a bit. He maintained the rest of his tension to play along.<br/><br/>"No can do, Boy Wonder. This is a job for the law. You try and get in the way and you will be--" Logan had reached down to where the holster would have been if he had put it on, but right, he didn't have it. With this being a school, that wouldn't have been a smart choice. He grabbed onto the handcuffs instead, hooked on a belt loop. "--arrested. We won't have you obstructing justice."<br/><br/>His gaze traveled down to the bag in Royce's other hand. No doubt what valuables it contained. "That looks stolen. I'll have to ask that you hand it over." Logan held out his gloved hand. He grinned and stepped forward. They matched in height. "What's it going to be? You going to cooperate it or are you going to test this SWAT boy?" He reached for the bag. He didn't really want any. He just wanted to tease his friend.