He raised an eyebrow at the 'illusion,' before nodding in grudging admittance of superiority. He couldn't make them (yet), but he could distort the actual size of something, though he hoped to eventually have time to improve his ability to distort things. With any luck, he would be able to do everything himself. He triple parked, and backed into one of the corners so anyone entering wouldn't immediately see the beige RV, before putting the parking brake and kinetic impulse canceling device on, before jumping out of the door.<br/><br/>At the 'welcoming' committee, he smirked, not realizing one of the minions had jumped out and was working on one of the exterior displacer units that kept the vehicle from weighing and massing its actual weight and mass. "Because I am an a nervous kind of guy, and turned the tracking program off. I have worked alone for damn near a decade, and while I might be on board with the group, that doesn't mean I am going to announce where I am to anyone with a decent hacker. Better safe than sorry and a corpse. Also, please don't shoot the minions if they leave, they want to 'help' even if it means doing something stupidly retarded. It is difficult to replace them, and I am kinda attached to them, like an intestinal cancer."<br/><br/>He had his trademark matching dark brown trenchcoat and fedora on, under which were comfortable bluejeans, a simple black tee-shirt, and comfortable sneakers that had been improved immensely, and also carried his backpack slung from his left shoulder to right hip, letting it rest at an angle where he could get to any pocket without straining. That backpack was the mainstay of his ability to adapt to any hostile situation, carrying more equipment than the Doctor's TARDIS did, without touching what the RV had in it. He gave the group a cheery wave, seeing if there was anyone he knew as he approached. "So, I ask again, who do I need to talk to about declaring radioactive power sources? I have three nuclear reactors on board, one for the RV to avoid refueling it, one for a power armor set that the Russian Mob commissioned, and another that powers all the little surprises I have installed. Also, I am Terry Rodrick, AKA Geno the Supplier, AKA Junkyard."