<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7HI4r.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Phil<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Scoundrel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Infirmary<br/><strong>Time:</strong>9/3/2505, Night<br/><strong>With:</strong>Whoever is still in the infirmary; Braxton and Sophie tagged.<br/><br/>Phil took it all in -- they were on the job. It felt good to be doing some proper, honest thieving again. And it was daring, too, that helped. He raised his hand.<strong>"If Sophie doesn't feel comfortable with something as... well, volatile as plastic explosive, I've got some training on the subject. Plus, you know I'm kind on the quiet side when it comes to stealth. Shouldn't be terribly difficult, especially with her running a distraction,"</strong>he said, gesturing to the other potential bomb-planter.<strong>"Plus, what else would I be doing? This is definitely my speed."</strong>