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Tim had been quietly listening along to Jason's words through comms, focusing most of his energy on observing.He had a hunch that there must be someone here with a connection to Metropolis - there was no way these gang members would remain so cordial without the pressure of a higher power dangling the threat of forcing this deal under.Two of these gangs, Tim recognised to have been raging turf wars as recently as a month ago in Burnley. This must have been a last minute deal then. He couldn't seen them coming to any sort of agreement amongst themselves, not so quickly. Even if it was for something that benefitted them both, they were the type that were too spirited to think twice about their actions.He spotted several openings that would have been good for him to drop down and pick them off but he each time he shifted with the intention, Tim reminded himself he couldn't. He had already agreed to Jason's terms. There was no dropping in unless he was given the signal. The lack of action made him grind his teeth together, clenching his jaw.Then, he noticed something. Someone.Standing off from the rest of the patrolling crowd was one figure. He looked more imposing, bigger and his posture was distinct. Confident. Powerful. Definitely not part of these low-lifes then.Tim didn't spot any recognisable symbols anywhere on the man but he was willing to wager that they were a mediator. Likely someone from Metropolis sent in to survey and oversee that the shipment would progress smoothly.He shifted down along the rafters to get a better vantage point."Understood." He answered quietly into comms. "Think I've spotted their ringleader. Large build - sort of like yours, stocky - carrying a double barrelled shotgun. He's on your 5 o'clock. Bullet-proof vest. You'll know him when you see him, he doesn't look like he's from around here."
He looked back the rest of the men still ambling mindlessly in lieu of patrolling. There wasn't a clear pattern he could make out for their routes but there was still an opening Jason could use to avoid being detected. Assuming that Jason was going to work the same way that Tim did. He had his doubts. Afterall, he had seen the guns strapped to him.Tim fidgeted and hugged his knees up to his chest, fully encasing his body in his cape.He was used to seeing people get hurt to horrific extremes - hell, he was one of the people that helped in doing that - but the thought of outright murder didn't sit too well in his stomach. Maybe it was because he subconsciously feared what Bruce might think if he let himself work with someone that had the potential to kill.But.. honestly, it wasn't like Tim was much better. Not after Paris."There's an opening to your right. None of them are ever facing towards those shelving units." He sighed, fidgeting with his cape. "Those guns you have.. if you plan on using them, I hope those are rubber bullets."