<div class="floatleft">(http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/Expendables-2_02.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Luke Cage<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Still Luke Cage[Sometimes Power Man]<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>TBD/Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Luke's - Harlem, NY<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>NPCs, Jessica, Misty, Shang, Patsy, Abigail Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>Surprised by visitor(s)<br/><strong>Music:</strong>Voodoo Child (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZBlqcbpmxY)<br/><hr/><div align="center">(http://cdn.movieweb.com/img.news.tops/NEtgCZIgzcZgxu_2_b.jpg)</div><hr/>If it seemed like Luke had given them nearly the entire rundown on MS13 from the standpoint of someone intimate about them but wasn't a member, it's because he did. And he was such a veritable treasure trove of info because of one fact he sort of glossed over just a few moments ago. They'd tried to take him out when he was running Riker's.<br/><br/>He hadn't mentioned "take out" meant sending a crew of seven men after him in the shower. And then a crew of twelve on the yard, and finally a small group of just four into his cell after lights out. It<em>always</em>ended badly for them, but they were at least persistent. And those attempts helped cement his status as "top dog". It helped when your skin was impenetrable and you could crush a human skull like a peanut shell...if he was a murderer of course. But harsh lessons that wouldn't be forgotten had been taught.<strong>"Damn is right. And MS13 ain't really somethin' that's taught at the academy. They're the boogeymen you learn about after five years on the force and you make detective. You don't teach greenhorns about this kind of human evil."</strong><br/><br/>He smiled and cracked his knuckles.<strong>"Lookin' forward to helpin you put those wild dogs down when you find out more though."</strong>He canted his head slightly at Jones when she mentioned Wikipedia had nothing on him.<em>After</em>of course, an interesting choice of words that brought Luke back to a place he would admit he missed. Back when he and Jess were talking. Before the lies and the purple drove them apart. Back when his bed was getting broken every night so he just bought a futon with a reinforced base...<em>heavily</em>reinforced.<strong>"Yeah well, when you've got a guy held upside down by his ankle in the showers and you've got his shiv pointed at a <em>small</em>, but sensitive area...well you'd be surprised at how talkative people can get with the right incentive."</strong><br/><br/>For Luke, since he was so damn hard to hurt, it was no problem for him to joke about what would otherwise be fatal situations. Like he had a joke about the original Luke's. "What happens when you turn on the gas, and light a match in a bar with a guy inside? If it's<em>this</em>guy, he collects on the insurance." Funny right? He laughed along with Jess when she saw the "drink" he'd made for Shang, and went into auto-pilot right after when Patsy came in and ordered an Amaretto Sour.<br/><br/>He was already mixing when he answered her question.<strong>"Pretty good, Patsy. I think I'd be a bit better though if 80% of my customers right now didn't drink for free most of the time,"</strong>the massive bartender joked. Her drink was finished and handed to her right when her sister mentioned MS13 and their half-plan to take them apart and stop them in this area at least. After that, Shang started talking about feeling something sinister, something wrong in the air. Luke had been friends with Shang for a while, and a guy just like him even longer. Danny like Shang could control his chi and the chi around him.<br/><br/>Luke had never picked up the skill, even though Danny said anyone could. But his natural sixth sense seemed to have gotten a bit of a boost hanging around and training with the guy, so he slowly nodded his head. The girls thought it was just New York, which normally he would have agreed. But Shang was the one who'd brought it up so he listened. Just how Luke was absolutely 100% sure if you shot at him with anything you could hold with one hand, you'd just be wasting ammo; he figured Shang would be sure about something like this.<br/><br/><strong>"It's always just New York. But Shang knows his stuff. If he feels like somethin's goin' down, I trust him. Hell I think I've been feelin' it too. Almost a dozen of my regular guys, all walks of life, all different situations and circumstances. And over the past week, I've had to be a sympathetic ear, liquor dispenser, and potential temp agency for all these guys. Cheating spouses, losin' their jobs, random injuries. Shit that just doesn't happen in these kinda numbers all at once. I don't like it. "</strong><br/><br/>He noticed the new face enter, and nodded his head, greeting her with a<strong>"Welcome to Luke's,"</strong>after Roy started seeing to her. Sure he was a bit of an old salt, but he'd never met her before. That was his standard persona so people knew he was no one to screw with. He got nice...or less crotchety once you spent a few nights there. He'd placed his phone in his vest, and when it went off, he pulled it out and read the message from Danny. About an hour, cool.<br/><br/><sub><strong>See you then. Have your usual ready when you get here brother.</strong></sub><br/><br/>Placing his phone back in his pocket, he looked around the gathered people in the bar.<strong>"I'm no Web-Head, but suddenly my Negro senses are tinglin'. Shang, whatever you're feelin...I pray it blows over, or New York's gonna get worse than usual."</strong>