<div class="floatright">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/245201146/superthumb.jpg?t=1466203304)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gordon Briggs<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>American<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: A drive<br/><hr/>"A masked club," he replied with a smirk as Siobhan reflected on the information that he had provided from last night. Which was admittedly the obvious answer but that was besides the point.<br/><br/>In response, Gordon shook his head. "Not at the moment, but we're poised to get information that will help. The barracks here, that potential conflict that the Sergeant got himself into, it could be related or a possible motive for the black market sale."<br/><br/>Then the conversation turned again. "Domino masks. Mingle in anonymity without class or gender, or something like that. They're provided by the club, so you don't need to bring your own." Glancing over at her, an eyebrow rose. "You seem awfully interested in this place. Thinking of swinging by for a visit on your own time?"