Heironymus was not comfortable with the situation in the hideout. It wasn't the young lady - she was actually a nice touch. An innocent little alchemist to make everything look good. They had still not seen Lord Brown. In fact, they hadn't been given any information at all about the whole vigilante plan. All they had was a brief note, a promise of payment, a masked lady in a bar, an address, an young attractive and clumsy alchemist, and some files of a crime. And on this basis they were supposed to set themselves up as the enemy of both the gangs of the city and the law, for undoubtedly some of what they would do would stretch the law. And he doubted there would be a mob boss on their side to see to it that they were released for their crimes, as seemed to happen for so many.

Was this enough? Should he gamble his life on the hope that it played out? Such violence and actions outside the law were not what he hoped for. The system should protect the people - and vigilantes helped to weaken the system. But he knew why he had come to the meeting in the first place. The system wasn't working. Sometimes action was needed. Sometimes the people had to rise up and say, "We're not going to take it! No! We're not going to take it!" As the song rang in his head he knew he wanted this to work out. He badly wanted to be able to take some action to make a difference. Something more proactive than simply serving soup to people with no hope of anything better. This group was probably his best chance to do something. He looked around at the other vigilantes and said a little internal prayer. It could work.

But he still had doubts. Turning to the young alchemist he asked, "Are we going to get any more information about the boss? We are being asked to do something with little knowledge of who is doing the asking. I seek a little reassurance. What can you tell us? Or will anyone else?"

((OOC: Assuming she gives some sort of answer he follows up with . . .))

Looking at the others he decides it is time to start planning. "I suspect we want to start by gathering more information. A few pictures and a map aren't much to go on. I help to run a soup kitchen and shelter in the West Side slums. The down and out are those I work with on a daily basis, and sometimes this includes recent arrivals. I would like to go back and ask a few questions. Some might know of the arrival of large numbers of girls or perhaps of the disappearance of a few. The docks are not my home, so I would leave that task for others."

Waiting to see their reaction he ads, "I might suggest meeting back here in 24 hours to see what we know. I need some time to put together more of a concealment than just a cloak as well."